"Little Chu, Little Han, Little Wei, I find this matter suspicious. I fear someone is trying to frame me."
Yang Ling's tone was grave.
He had not even arrived in the Capital yet. How had such rumors spread?
"As expected, it was probably the remnants of Arhat Temple spreading this rumor, hoping to kill me by someone else's hand."
"Are those bald monks all securely locked up? Are you still hunting down the ones who escaped arrest?"
His guess had sound grounds.
He could not say for certain outside the instance, but how many enemies could he have inside it?
His greatest enemy now was none other than Arhat Temple.
Mo Changyun and Wu Xiaotian were slightly startled. What did this have to do with Arhat Temple?
Why was this man calling the monks of Arhat Temple remnants?
That sort of designation usually meant...
"Wait, did something happen to Arhat Temple?"
The two exchanged a glance, each seeing the horror in the other's eyes.
Only that could explain why the monks of Arhat Temple had become remnants!
Chu Pinglan glanced at the two and, making no attempt to hide anything, said quietly:
"Shi Fadu, the abbot of Arhat Temple, and Zong Heng, the grand elder of its Discipline Hall, are now imprisoned in the Capital's most heavily guarded Heavenly Prison.
"The remaining monks of Arhat Temple are all locked in the Ministry of Justice's dungeons.
"As for the remnants we did not manage to arrest, the Iron Clothes under us have already gone to continue the pursuit.
"As long as they haven't fled Rong State, their capture is only a matter of time."
"Enough. Rumors stop with the wise. I trust the envoys of the Great Dream Dynasty and the various experts in the Capital won't be misled by such