The moonless night was accompanied by strong winds.
On White Cliff Mountain, insects and birds screeched.
Lin Heng stepped out of the Daoist Temple, arms folded, his long Daoist robe fluttering in the wind. Despite being just a young Daoist in his early twenties, he exuded an aura of ethereal grace.
On the other hand, the midnight visitor Du'e, a Zen Master of the Elder rank from the Great Brightness Temple and an Enlightened Monk in the eyes of the world, was devoid of the usual compassionate demeanor. Instead, his gloomy expression carried a chilling ferocity.
Their contrasting personalities were evident.
Yet, only Kong Xing took notice of it.
Lin Heng's chastisement during the day made Kong Xing hold a grudge.
Thus, he hurriedly came at night, eager to see firsthand how Zen Master Du'e would dismember this insolent Daoist.
"I thought you would flee overnight, but I didn't expect you to have some backbone."
