"Brother Lin has a grudge against the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect as well?" Qinxin froze, her pretty face filled with surprise.
"What, you didn't know?" Lin Xuan was just as startled, and glanced at Wu Yun'er, who stood nearby.
"I didn't say anything. Master was afflicted with the Heavenly Spider Gu Poison, and her injuries were already very severe, so Yun'er took the liberty of concealing the matter of the kill order." Wu Yun'er's face paled. She bowed gracefully and spoke in a weak voice.
"Silly girl, there's no need to apologize. You considered it thoroughly. What you did was right."
Lin Xuan raised his hand in a supporting gesture, and a streak of rosy light flew out, lifting Wu Yun'er up. Telling Qinxin would have been meaningless; it would only have added to her worries for nothing.
"What are you two talking about? What exactly are you hiding from me?" Ouyang froze, then spoke with a hint of reproach.
Only then did Lin Xuan slowly recount the enmity between himself and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect...
"What? The chief seat of Arhat Hall—could it be Divine Monk Kong Xuan, one of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect's Four Great Vajras?" Ouyang covered her mouth with her hand, surprise showing on her pretty face.
"What divine monk? Despicable and shameless. At best, he's just a bald donkey with no face." A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's lips, and the expression on his face was even more utterly dismissive.
"That was Qinxin's slip of the tongue. But Kong Xuan's reputation is no small thing. I heard he has cultivated top Buddhist divine abilities. Over a hundred years ago, he once faced the siege of two late-stage transformed Demon Race members by himself and did not fall behind.