A man lives but one lifetime; grass and trees but one autumn.
"Mas... Master..."
The young monk's pupils instantly lost focus.
The surrounding Demon Suppression Guards all sucked in a breath, instinctively taking half a step back.
That was the chief of Jeweled Temple's Discipline Hall!
A mighty Core Formation Realm expert!
And he had died just like that?
Chen Tong's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Before joining the Demon Suppression Bureau, he had made his living taking money to kill people. Naturally, he knew which forces were absolutely not to be provoked.
Let alone the death of a Core Formation Realm chief of the Discipline Hall—even if a single inner disciple died, Jeweled Temple would dare make the entire martial world of Longyou restless.
Killing two young disciples earlier might have made them wary of the Demon Suppression Bureau's name, enough that they would not do anything too outrageous.
But now...
A Core Formation Realm expert had died!
If word of this got out... wouldn't the entire martial world of Longyou be shaken three times over?
"You... you killed Master..."
The young monk's eyes were vacant as he muttered to himself.
Suddenly, as though he had come back to his senses, he struggled up from the ground and lunged at Jiang Yuechu like a madman!
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Chen Tong jolted in fright.
He had let his mind wander!
Just as the young monk was about to reach Jiang Yuechu, Chen Tong was about to rush forward.
A dull thud rang out.
The young monk had already been sent flying, rolling several times across the ground.
Jiang Yuechu slowly withdrew her foot and looked at him expressionlessly.
"What the hell are you babbling about? Do you have any other old relics backing you up?"
"..."