Meng Qi felt extremely good about that strike himself—it perfectly met his standards of being dashing and handsome—so he said nothing, merely waiting for the couple to recover their senses.
After a moment, the headscarfed man glanced at the corpse behind Meng Qi, swallowed, and said cautiously, excitement hidden beneath his tone, "I am Zhang Zongxian, and this is my wife, Li Xinyu. Thank you, Master, for saving our lives. May I ask your Dharma name?"
He did not dare address this terrifyingly powerful young monk as little master.
"This humble monk is Zhending. I happened to be passing by, saw that someone here was in trouble, and came to take a look." Meng Qi patted his monk's robe and rose leisurely to his feet.
If only the monk's robe were white!
"Alas, thanks to Master's rescue, my wife and I were able to escape calamity." Zhang Zongxian sighed, then bowed deeply together with his wife in thanks.
Meng Qi pressed his palms together and said with all the bearing of an eminent monk, "Amitabha Buddha. Saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda."
After saying that, he smiled at Zhang Zongxian and Li Xinyu, waiting for them to explain themselves.
Naturally, Zhang Zongxian did not dare withhold an explanation. The other party had become entangled in the matter in order to save the couple's lives, so he still had to give some account. Besides, Shen Hou had repeatedly mentioned the Treasure Map; who knew how much Monk Zhending had heard...
Thus, his expression turning solemn, he said, "My wife and I happened to acquire a Treasure Map, left behind by the Snow God Palace, which once dominated the realm. Somehow, word leaked out and people learned of it. They hired the Twelve Beasts to kill us and