Ying Zheng's face turned livid. Savage light flickered in his eyes, and he truly wanted to give the order to summon a million troops, surround these three old bald thieves, chop them into mincemeat, and feed them to the dogs. Before him—the mighty emperor of the Blood Qin Empire—they actually dared to openly recruit the pillar minister he valued so highly, a man who could render enormous aid to the Blood Qin Empire in the future. This was simply bullying people beyond all measure.
But Lin Qi's words immediately made Ying Zheng burst into laughter.
Clapping forcefully, Ying Zheng laughed aloud. "Splendid, splendid! Eastern Harmony King's lush head of hair, haha—it truly is dark and silky. I believe that one's body, hair, and skin are received from one's parents; to damage them in the slightest makes one a lawless wretch without father or mother. The Heavenly Temple may indeed be where the common people entrust their faith, but since Eastern Harmony King has no wish to shave his head, he would do better to remain in the mortal world and serve me."
Miaowen glanced at Ying Zheng, then said heavily, "Eastern Harmony King, you should consider this carefully."
Lin Qi casually tossed his sea bowl onto the table, folded his arms across his chest, and sneered. "Of course I've considered it carefully. What, if I refuse to shave my head clean and join the Heavenly Temple as a dog, are you old bald thieves going to murder me to silence me?"
Giving Miaowen a cold glare, Lin Qi barked, "Some time ago, Venerable Duowen followed the abbot's orders to kill me. I never expected that I would kill him instead. Has Abbot Miaowen forgotten about that? Lin Qi is a petty man. I will never forget something like this."
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