As Chen Sheng spoke, his aura seemed faint and his face was slightly pale, giving the distinct impression that he was seriously injured.
He had completely concealed the aura of his Profound Mastery Realm Cultivation, leaving not a single trace exposed.
"As you command!"
The men didn't dare say more and replied in unison.
...
「Inside the brightly lit main hall of Luoyun Manor.」
Manor Master Lu Canghai and Monk Xuanbei of Golden Spring Temple sat facing each other. The atmosphere was heavy. On the sandalwood table between them, a secret letter with still-wet ink lay spread open.
Lu Canghai's face was thunderous. He slammed his palm on the table, causing the teacup to jump.
"Damn it all! To be played for a fool by that young upstart!"
"Amitabha Buddha."
Monk Xuanbei softly chanted the Buddha's name, but his eyes held not a shred of compassion—only grim killing intent and the sting of being made a fool.
