Extreme I

"Dao Se? Zen Master Chi Lian?" Sun Zhaohe, standing beside Lu Sheng, went pale and quickly leaned close to introduce him in a low voice.

Zen Master Chi Lian, Dao Se, wielded a Vajra Pestle of astonishing power. In the jianghu, he was famed as a murderous mad monk. In Jiangzhou, a thousand li away, he had committed several horrifying massacres of entire households, all because he had temporarily run short of travel money.

"Black Snake Sect? Zen Master Chi Lian?" Lu Sheng's ever-narrowed eyes finally opened a little wider.

"What are you doing in the territory of my Leaf Mountain Sword Sect?" He had originally intended to kill them all and be done with it, but according to jianghu rules, rashly provoking a large-scale fight to the death was what every sect and faction feared most.

"Our sect lost a precious treasure, so we pursued the thief all the way here. We have presumptuously offended your sect and ask for your forgiveness. We are willing to compensate for every loss caused earlier."

Zen Master Chi Lian was nothing like the savage brute of rumor. Instead, he carried himself with an air of refined courtesy.

Lu Sheng had wanted to find an opportunity to cripple something on the other side, but with them speaking so politely, it was hard for him to act up.

"It seems your sincerity is quite sufficient."

At that moment, two men entered through the door, escorting two women in yellow.

"Senior Brother Chen, these are the two women we caught just now," a Leaf Mountain Sword Sect disciple said in a deep voice. "When I saw them, they were trying to escape, so I caught them and brought them over."

As he spoke, he could not help glancing at the women's shapely figures. When he