Master Xuan Kong gazed with cold eyes, murder intent surfacing, as a trace of unusual aura emanated from the golden light.
"If you did, you bear the sin; if you didn't, kneel and apologize!"
"Hahaha!"
Ling Yun burst into laughter. The world had changed; after only twelve years, Xuan Kong had already forgotten the pain of the Heavenly Gate Continent. It seemed necessary to make him remember it once more!
"Master Xuan Kong, if you act like this, our brothers here are not going to be happy." East Divine Venerable was afraid of Putuo Temple, but he wasn't the type to swallow his anger when bullied right to his doorstep. Fuck it all, Xuan Kong was only one man, yet he dared to act so arrogant!
South Divine Venerable's fiery temper flared up again, and he bellowed, "Old monk, we called you a master out of respect, but without respect, you are nothing at all, old monk!! You bald head!!"
"Haha!"
Prosperity Divine Venerable laughed out loud. It was the first time he had seen South Divine Venerable curse people, lacking any shred of decency, but he loved it!
If the little one were here, she would probably laugh until her mouth was dry and she forgot to go home, especially Beibei—if she were here, she would definitely mock him as a bald donkey.
"Amitabha. No matter what you say, the Buddha says one must not be angry!"
This words were too hypocritical, seeing as Master Xuan Kong had just been angry enough to practically fly into a rage!
Murong Taishan cupped his fists, a bitter smile covering his face as he said, "Master Xuan Kong, you really don't need to mind what they say. Brother Gongsun died in agonizing pain, and old man here could only watch helplessly, unable