"Disciple... what do you think of Abbot Ming Xuan?"
Aaron sipped his tea as he questioned his young disciple.
His disciple had just issued a challenge to the Liu Family as a grandmaster, thoroughly spreading the name of White Bird Fist.
From this day onward, White Bird Fist could enter the ranks of first-rate schools. It would no longer be some obscure minor style.
That was why he felt he ought to give his disciple a few pointers. He could not fleece them too badly.
After all, he would still need them to recruit disciples far and wide and carry the school forward in the future.
"Ming Xuan..."
Xu Yuan seriously studied Ming Xuan, who was speaking with Zhuge Shan, for a few moments before answering after some thought, "Unfathomable..."
"Ah..."
Aaron let out a sigh. This disciple's discernment was still lacking.
Xu Yuan's spiritual cultivation was rather high. Hearing that sigh, his expression abruptly changed. "Master... should we fight our way out?"
A gentleman does not stand beneath a crumbling wall!
Since his master was giving him a covert warning, yet he himself had failed to notice anything unusual about Ming Xuan, did that not mean the danger Ming Xuan had concealed was utterly terrifying?
"At this point, I'm afraid it's already too late..."
Aaron lowered his head and drank his tea, taking the chance to tell Xu Yuan, "If anything happens later, don't worry about your master. Your master is a ghost-wielder, after all!"
With that one ghost insect?
Xu Yuan was somewhat speechless.
At that moment, numerous monks escorted an old monk with white beard and white brows into the side hall.
Four eminent monks in crimson kasayas followed behind the old monk, each carrying a tray.
Upon those trays sat Dharma implements such as wooden fish