Outside Cui County, at Xiaoyan Mountain, the aroma of roast goose wafted beyond Green Lotus Temple.
A filthy monk's robe swept aside moss that had grown for years, polishing the bluestone until it shone like a mirror.
The slovenly old monk gnawed on half a roast goose, one foot still planted on someone—the unlucky Wei Changsheng.
Wei Changsheng felt as though his life had reached its end, and it was all because of that damned little devil.
Had he not encountered Chen Ye, how could he have fallen to such a state?
Chen Ye and Su Chunyi had ridden their sword lights in pursuit all the way out of Cui County, unaware that Wei Changsheng had not fled far at all. They had simply overshot him.
He still remembered his sect assignment: he had come to trade for the secret arts of the Heavenly Book. How could he just run away?
After his temper had cooled somewhat, Wei Changsheng understood that the little devil who had subjected him to such monstrous humiliation was precisely the one who possessed the Heavenly Book's secret arts. Now that the two had fallen out, how was he supposed to trade for them?
Even if that little devil was willing to make the exchange, he would surely open his mouth like a lion.
Wei Changsheng was still grieving over his magic treasures and pills, and his mood grew ever more irritable.
He had meant to find somewhere to rest for a while and carefully consider a countermeasure. Instead, he came to Green Lotus Temple on Xiaoyan Mountain, intending to clear his head.
Who would have thought that, after landing and taking only a few steps, he would encounter a strange old monk on this mountain path?
Disgust immediately rose in Wei Changsheng's heart.
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