Xuan Ci said calmly, "Say what you will, prince of Qi. Compared to stopping the Khitans from ravaging our Han Chinese people and seeking justice for the martial artists who were harmed before, what do a few criticisms of our temple amount to?"
"The Khitans can barely protect themselves now. Do they still have the ability to ravage our Han Chinese people?" Song Qingshu rolled his eyes. He had to admire these eminent monks' skill with words. No matter what they did, they could always claim the moral high ground with righteous conviction. He was far inferior to them in that regard and truly ought to learn from them.
"Enough nonsense. Will you move aside or not?" Xuan Cheng stepped forward impatiently.
The smile on Song Qingshu's face gradually faded, and his voice turned cold. "What if I refuse?"
"Hmph!" Xuan Cheng slammed his monk's staff heavily into the ground. The other monks in the temple each stepped forward, vaguely surrounding Song Qingshu.
Seeing that a battle was about to break out, Xiao Feng could not help stepping forward. "Brother Song, I appreciate your kindness, but you need not risk your life for me. You have already saved A Zhu and A'zi from this place. I am immensely grateful." He had seen Song Qingshu fight before and knew that even if Song Qingshu's martial arts surpassed his own, there was still a limit. With so many Shaolin experts present, they clearly intended to swarm him. No matter how skilled one person was, how could he handle so many opponents?
Song Qingshu could not help laughing. "Brother Song truly is an upright hero. An ordinary person would be terrified that I might abandon him at a time like this, but Brother Song is still thinking of me. For the sake of