[This guy's a bandit, right?]

Second Brother of the Iron Rod Monks strode forward and scooped He Zhao's body out of the fan-shaped crater, then slung him over his shoulder with what looked like great ease.

"Whoa—"

A cry of surprise rang out as everyone saw the ground beneath his feet sink several inches, visibly to the naked eye.

"Eldest Brother, he's so heavy. It feels like I'm carrying an elephant. No wonder he could take your full-force strike head-on. His constitution really is something special."

Perhaps after catching his breath for a moment, Eldest Brother of the Iron Rod Monks recovered a little strength and said in an even tone, "No need to specifically emphasize that he took my rod head-on."

His title had been granted by Bufa Temple, after all, and he had quite a reputation among the Iron Rod Monks. If this got out, would he have any face left?

"Take this. I'll go check on the Outstanding Disciple."

He casually tossed the rectangular iron rod in his hand to his younger brother, then turned and walked toward Monk Doji.

Seeing this, Doji was just about to move, but the man raised a hand and pressed it downward, signaling for him not to. Instead, he made a circle around and stepped over to the Outstanding Disciple.

The five- or six-year-old young child, possibly the Outstanding Disciple and Bufa Temple's most exceptional disciple in the future, had his eyes tightly shut, his breathing even, as though he had fallen into a deep sleep.

He looked him up and down a few times, carefully sensing whether there was anything out of the ordinary.

After a long while, he slowly let out a breath.

"Phew."

Then he walked back to his younger brother.

"Eldest Brother, how is he?"

The Iron Rod Monk carrying a man