Bai Qi felt a sudden thump in his heart; it was clear his master was holding back their anger.
Is there anyone in Black River County who dares offend Ninghai Zen and live to see the next day?
Even if the five hundred miles of mountain paths and eight hundred miles of river were combined, they would still be turned upside down.
He slowed down his steps, passed through the arched stone gate, and saw Ninghai Zen, clad in a green robe, sitting at the entrance of Dezhen Tower.
"What's that smell? Did you clash with a Daoist Skill master?"
Ninghai Zen had somehow moved the Arhat Bed to the bottom, brewing a pot of tea by their side, lazily basking in the sun.
Bai Qi secretly complained in his heart:
"Is this the sharp sense developed from killing so many cultivators?"
He approached his master and eagerly sought acknowledgment:
"Your apprentice did not disgrace the reputation of Tongwen Hall; I fought valiantly alongside two Maoshan Daoists to slay demons and emerged victorious."
