Before the gates of the dilapidated ancient temple, five bald heads knelt silently on the ground.
Zong Heng hung his head, desperately mobilizing the Flesh Regeneration Power within him.
His arms had already begun to take shape.
What terrifying power! Normally, even if I lost both arms, they should have grown back by now!
His power alone has even somewhat suppressed my Flesh Regeneration Power!
No matter. Since he is the Iron Clothes Department Master, he must deal with me according to the law. The abbot has connections at the very top. This matter can still be swept under the rug!
At that thought, Zong Heng breathed an inward sigh of relief and continued channeling his Flesh Regeneration Power.
Kneeling on both knees, Shi Tianlong looked toward the figure sitting on the threshold nearby, staring blankly outside.
"Department Master Yang, we can actually resolve this matter ourselves. There is no need to report it higher up."
Shi Tianlong spoke quietly.
"Resolve it yourselves?"
Yang Ling did not turn around.
"Your Great Underworld Temple colluded with the Arhat Temple to plot a rebellion. How can something like that be resolved among yourselves?"
Zong Heng's expression shifted slightly. After a moment's consideration, he said,
"Department Master Yang, our Arhat Temple has no intention of rebelling. In truth, this humble monk came here today on his own initiative."
The three Fifth-Rank monks from the Arhat Temple exchanged glances, their eyes gradually filling with a readiness to face death.
They had botched today's affair!
Then they alone would have to bear the consequences. They absolutely could not implicate the Arhat Temple!
"Bald donkey, that is not for you to decide. I will personally visit the Arhat Temple and question your abbot, who has already advanced to Third-Rank Grandmaster.
"I will see whether he harbors