"Pfft."
Zen Master Zhi Kong spat a mouthful of blood, staring in disbelief at the junior brother who had been by his side for nearly a hundred years!
He couldn't understand. He truly couldn't understand!
Why would Zhi Hyun suddenly attack him?
But... but Wuxiang Temple was only going to get better and better!
Wasn't this what they had dreamed of for a hundred years?!
SWISH!
All the higher-ups of Wuxiang Temple shot to their feet, shock and fury written on every face!
"Zhi Hyun, what are you doing?!"
"Nephew Zhi Hyun, have you gone mad?!"
"How dare you ambush Senior Brother Zhi Kong!"
Zhi Hyun looked down at his own blood-stained palm, his calm expression slowly twisting into a savage one.
He was just about to speak.
TWANG!
The heaven-shaking ring of a sword suddenly echoed through the air.
Zhi Hyun's heart leaped in alarm. He felt the threat of death instantly envelop him.
