The surrounding disciples pretended not to listen to the Elder's words.
Though in reality, every single one of them was paying attention. Most of them had recognized High Elder Shatter Peak immediately. And many possessed their own stories about him.
These were stories that had long since become legends within the sect.
One disciple whispered to another. "Remember Senior Brother Han?"
The other nodded. "The one that got blown through a wall?"
"That wasn't even intentional." The second disciple shuddered.
Apparently several years ago, High Elder Shatter Peak had sneezed during a gathering. The resulting shockwave had sent fifteen disciples flying. Thankfully none were injured, though several walls had required repairs afterward.
Another disciple quietly joined the conversation. "My master said he once slapped a mosquito."
The others looked over. "What happened?"
The disciple lowered his voice. "The mosquito died."
The others stared. "And?"
"The wall behind it exploded."
