Ninghai Zen's gaze was indifferent, and his robe fluttered in the river breeze:
"I am the Sect Leader of Tongwen Hall. All disciples can be expelled."
The elder stationed on the isolated boat looked up and smiled:
"Hai Chan, do you still hold a grudge against me?"
He glanced toward the figure in green atop Yanzi Cliff, just standing there seemed to stir ten directions of tempests, radiating a dazzling brilliance that almost overshadowed the bright moon and river.
Having trained such a disciple in this life is already without regret.
"I never resented Master, for imparting me all your skills and martial arts, allowing me to glimpse the vast world of Martial Dao. This is a great favor.
I only regret why the person who once declared the three rules of Tongwen Hall so emphatically, ultimately violated his own words.
Devoting body and soul to the path of cultivation, unwavering day and night, life and death unconsidered, to reach the peak of the world!
