Monk

"How dare you meddle in the affairs of the City Lord's Mansion!"

Zhou Yuanshang had not even opened his mouth when the guards behind him from the City Lord's Mansion let out a furious shout.

The plain-robed monk did not say a word. He merely stood silently before the crowd, while Zhou Yuanshang stared fixedly at him, his eyes filled with viciousness.

"Monk, you should know that the Li Family killed my son. This grudge... must be avenged!"

If he did not even care that his own son had been killed, would he still have any prestige in the future?

He did not act rashly, merely staring coldly at the monk before him.

The others could not see it, but Zhou Yuanshang could. The monk's qi was dense, clearly indicating that he too was a Martial Dao Grandmaster.

Could my son have been killed by him?

At that thought, the coldness in Zhou Yuanshang's eyes grew intense.

There were differences even among Martial Dao Grandmasters. Take this monk, for example. His qi had yet to fully solidify, clearly showing that he had only recently become a Martial Dao Grandmaster.

The plain-robed monk remained silent, merely gazing calmly at Zhou Yuanshang. In truth, he was not a real monk, which was why he had always kept his hair.

He had actually wanted to join the Buddhist Sect, but when he went there, the abbot said that he had not let go of his worldly desires and could not become a monk, so he had to take a journey through the human world.

However, that abbot had taken him in as a disciple.

His actions in helping the Li Family showed that his personal desires truly ran deep. He lacked the Buddhist Sect's great compassion, and most of what he did was