Long Binglin rubbed his forehead.
Among the younger generation of the clan, only the three of them possessed the finest bloodline talents.
Long Yanrui was the youngest. Since childhood, he had followed behind him and E Ying, while the three Elders had been somewhat lenient with the youngest. It was not that he had faced no pressure at all, merely that he possessed a touch of the beauty of one unversed in worldly affairs. Rarely having traveled far from home, he handled matters with an indescribable sort of oddness.
The noisy argument in the market drew countless gazes.
Within Hantai Prefecture, most villagers held Lotus Sect monks in awe. Even if they could not understand the meaning of Long Yanrui's official speech, they could still hear the provocation in his tone! This man actually dared show disrespect to monks! The Great Treasury of Scriptures said: Those who slight Shramanas shall fall into hell for a hundred kalpas!
The Law Code said: Those who slander the Sangha shall have their tongues cut out; those who insult Elder Monks shall have their hands and feet severed! The Snow Mountain Law Code could not govern Da Shun territory, yet the regulations alone were enough to strike fear into people.
Passersby lowered their heads, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.
Blood was not easy to wash away.
The two monks had not expected Long Yanrui, one of their targets, to be so sharp. Even their covert glance had been noticed. They pressed their palms together, lowered their heads, and offered a few words of explanation.
"What kind of bird language are you speaking!" Long Yanrui refused to let the matter rest after gaining the upper hand. His towering body bore down on them with immense pressure. "Did you just insult my mother?"
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