Although Huangfu Yixiao's strike was blocked by two puppets, the aftermath still injured Not-a-Monk.
However, the large monk's face was filled with peace, showing no trace of anger.
With hands clasped together, he gave a slight bow to Chu Qing and Huangfu Yixiao before turning to leave.
Huangfu Yixiao's face turned ashen:
"Damn bald thief!"
Then he yanked Chu Qing's arm, pointing at the retreating figure of Not-a-Monk:
"Big brother, isn't he infuriating?"
Chu Qing pulled his wrist out from Huangfu Yixiao's grip, scrutinized him for a moment, and then asked:
"What exactly is the grudge between you two?"
Huangfu Yixiao looked somewhat troubled but seemed to make up his mind as soon as he met Chu Qing's gaze:
"There's something you don't know, big brother. I'm not my father's first son; I have an elder brother.
"He was extraordinarily talented with transcendent insight, the best candidate to inherit my father's legacy.
