Let the Bullets Fly a Little Longer

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However, at that moment, he spotted Hao Shuai standing behind Dao Xuan. Remembering what Hao Shuai had told him, he felt his heart settle.

At some point, the conversations in the great hall had stopped.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhang Xiaofan, standing alone in the middle of the hall.

Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head, his thoughts unreadable.

Dao Xuan watched Zhang Xiaofan's silence without expression. Sensing his strength, he couldn't help thinking, Could this really be the orphan with such ordinary talent from Grass Temple Village all those years ago? It seems I misjudged him.

Deep in his heart, he let out a sigh.

"Zhang Xiaofan," Dao Xuan said slowly.

Zhang Xiaofan seemed to tremble slightly, then slowly knelt and said softly, "This disciple..."

Dao Xuan looked at him. "The elders beside us are all eminent figures of the righteous path. They have come here today because of you. This is Venerable Monk Pu Hong, abbot of Tian Yin Temple. Seated beside him is Venerable Monk Pu Kong, also of Tian Yin Temple, and then there's Shangguan..."

Dao Xuan couldn't neglect the courtesies, so naturally he had to introduce all the famous figures who followed. But Zhang Xiaofan, who had only joined the sect a few years ago, had his eyes fixed on the two kindly-faced old monks seated at the front. Their red robes were embroidered with gold thread, their white eyebrows as snowy as ever, and they were looking back at him.

Zhang Xiaofan felt nothing in particular, but the other Qingyun Sect disciples were astonished. Venerable Monk Pu Hong stood at the head of Tian Yin Temple's Four Great Divine Monks. Throughout the land, he was counted among the three greatest figures alongside Dao Xuan of Qingyun Sect and the Valley Master of Fenxiang Valley.