"A madman... he really is a madman!"
Zong Heng and the other three stared fixedly at Yang Ling.
Unless he had gone mad, it was hard to explain how a fourth-rank grandmaster dared to speak so outrageously in front of a Third-Rank Grandmaster!
"Where exactly does his confidence come from?"
Shi Tianlong's brows knitted tightly.
Shi Fadu's expression remained calm.
"Department Master Yang, there is no need to say any more of these delusional things."
"Shi Fadu, you were the one who told me to say it to your face, and now you're telling me not to say any more?"
Yang Ling said solemnly, "You had better give me an honest account of just how deeply your Arhat Temple is involved with the Great Dream Dynasty!
"How many bald donkeys in your temple are spies for the Great Dream Dynasty?
"Tell me everything, down to the last detail."
Shi Fadu said mildly, "Move farther away. I have a few things I intend to discuss properly with Department Master Yang."
A flash of delighted surprise appeared in Zong Heng's eyes. He immediately led his three junior brothers several miles away.
"Though this Yang fellow has some ability, with the abbot personally taking action, this matter is as good as settled."
"Once he dies, the Iron Clothes Department's master will be one of our own."
Zong Heng glanced at Shi Tianlong. Seeing that his brows were still tightly furrowed, he immediately reassured him.
"It'll be fine. The abbot will handle this matter properly. As for Zhao De, he won't be able to stir up much trouble."
"I just feel that something isn't quite right..."
Shi Tianlong murmured.
"They've gone far enough. Are you planning to give me an honest account now?
"That works too. I can preserve your dignity. You