With a creak, the massive silhouette inside the jail stepped out of its cell.
Li Huowang looked up at the monk before him. The gaunt monk's face was devoid of joy or sorrow. His body was unnaturally tall, standing as high as the headless Peng Longteng beside him.
The monk's hands were bound by a wooden cangue and his feet were shackled in chains, yet he seemed utterly unconcerned. He joined his palms together and sat cross-legged on the ground, showing no intention whatsoever of freeing himself from his restraints.
"Alright. Now that everyone is here, I will explain what this job is all about." Upon hearing these words, everyone present grew serious, and the prison guards quietly climbed up the ladders and left.
Record of Appearance coughed lightly and spoke slowly, "This time, it's trouble at the Buddha Bone Temple. Word from over there is that Fortune-Maker of the Sitting Oblivion Path is behind it. We don't know what those damnable bastards are planning this time."
