At Skull Mountain, the atmosphere remained tense as drawn bows and drawn swords. Luo Wuya, Ouyang Feng, and Yun Zhiqiu—three cultivators at Qi Refining Great Perfection—stood in confrontation, none willing to yield an inch.
Just then, a streak of escaping light suddenly flew in from the horizon.
As it drew near, the light faded away, revealing an elderly monk in a kasaya robe, holding a Zen staff. He cupped his hands toward Yun Zhiqiu in greeting.
"This humble monk is Ming Chan. Greetings, Benefactor Yun."
Yun Zhiqiu nodded at the sight, saying calmly, "Ming Chan, 'Zen Master Subduing Demon.' I have heard of you. It seems you shared several years of Buddhist Fate with my uncle."
"You perceive clearly, Benefactor."
Ming Chan smiled faintly. "Years ago, Senior Yun came to the East Sea in search of baleful intent and rested at this humble monk's temple. It was only through his guidance that this humble monk achieved what he has today."
Skull Mountain was presently a tangled mix of dragons and snakes. This concerned an opportunity for Foundation Establishment, so beyond the Divine Martial Sect, First Saint Sect, and Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion, several renowned Rogue Cultivators had also come drawn by its reputation. Ming Chan, 'Zen Master Subduing Demon,' was among the finest of them, and one of the exceedingly rare Rogue Cultivators at Qi Refining Great Perfection.
Clearly, however, he was more friendly toward the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion.
Seeing this, Luo Wuya remained fairly composed, believing True Person Yinshan had his back. Ouyang Feng, on the other hand, could not help frowning.
After all, as far as he knew, this Ming Chan was no ordinary man.
He had originally been a mortal, yet he worshipped the Buddha through three lifetimes, his resolve never wavering. Thus he formed a