Huff...
The wind rose. The sky was cloudless, and Ten Thousand Li Yellow Sand came rolling in.
Seven figures appeared in Luo Chen's eyes.
Five bald monks in kasayas stood there. One of them was Master Ci Hai, who had stopped them earlier.
The other two wore splendid robes. One was Zhou Mingxuan. Although he did not know the other's name, the faint fluctuations of Mana around him clearly showed that he was no weakling either.
They blocked Luo Chen and Qing Shuang's path forward just like this.
Their mouths spoke of "Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life" and "Amitabha," yet what they intended to do was slaughter.
Luo Chen sighed helplessly. "Fellow Daoists, the two of us merely happened to pass through the Western Desert. Is this relentless pursuit not going a little too far?"
Ci Hai glared at him and shouted, "Demoness Qing Shuang, who does not know what you have done? It would be one thing if such a vicious beast stayed in her own little corner of the Million Mountains. But now that she has come to the Western Desert, who knows whether she harbors ulterior motives?"
Luo Chen frowned. "But she truly has not done anything. Even in our last clash, she never tried to kill any of you."
"Not doing so now does not mean she will not do so in the future. We are merely nipping the problem in the bud, lest bloodshed arise in the Buddhist Land again."
"Master, are you not being a little unreasonable? To force a charge upon someone like this..."
Before Luo Chen could finish, another white-browed, white-bearded great monk cut him off.
"Fellow Daoist Luo Chen, the world says that you possess the bearing of a benevolent gentleman. Why, then, do you travel alongside such a