"Chiluo, what does it concern you?"
This arena of Chiluo's compassion neighbored the Five Eyes Temple, and they had always been at odds. Moreover, there had been many disputes in earlier years. The Five Eyes had been holding a grudge for a long time but felt, for the first time, that this fellow might be somewhat useful. He managed to put on a fierce but fragile facade, and sure enough, he saw Chiluo smile and say:
"Your Arhat died in the South River region, didn't he?"
Without waiting for a response, Chiluo simply stated:
"Duanmu Kui died long ago! To be so afraid... truly a disgrace to the Aspect of Emptiness; how could Lord Zheru have such a waste under his command? If I had been there, I would have beaten that barbarian until he was bleeding from the head."
'Not good!'
A bitter cry escaped his heart, and as expected, as soon as he mentioned Zheru, a pair of eyes slowly turned from behind, staring fixedly at the two of them, the voice sounding ghostly:
