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Beneath the middle-aged man's chilling killing intent, Xuan Guan showed no reaction. He merely sighed softly. "It was Shaolin Temple that wronged you all."
At Shaolin Temple, Xuan Guan was simply a pure martial artist. He had always been that way, both in the past and now. He neither understood nor wanted to involve himself in the various decisions Shaolin Temple made.
But when it came to the lay disciples, he felt that Shaolin Temple had truly made a mistake.
The previous abbot, Venerable Kasyapa Xuan Tan, had established the lay disciple system to bolster Shaolin Temple's middle- and lower-tier fighting strength.
Shaolin Temple lacked neither techniques nor resources. It lacked only people.
And to be fair, whatever their abilities, those lay disciples had indeed contributed greatly to Shaolin Temple back then, helping it break free of Zaohua Taoist School's oppression.
Sadly, later interference from Shaolin Temple's senior monks led the temple to announce the expulsion of its lay disciples. Abbot Xuan Tan also resigned from his position.
The middle-aged man sneered. "You think one apology is enough? Is an apology from Shaolin Temple all we're asking for?"
Seeing Xuan Guan fall silent, the middle-aged man pointed at the hideous scar across his face and said bitterly, "Back then, I killed hundreds of demonic scum for Shaolin Temple. I even led a group of lay disciples against Zaohua Taoist School.
"Those demonic scum couldn't hurt me, and Zaohua Taoist School's priests were no match for me. But because I accidentally killed one person, the Discipline Hall left this scar on my face—a scar that will never fade!
"Is an apology all Shaolin Temple owes us, Master?"
As he shouted