When Xuan Ming arrived, Xuan Zhen's whole body trembled. The venomous Gu worms all crumbled into dust and drifted away.
Xuan Zhen took a kasaya from beside him and casually draped it over his shoulders. "What brings you here today? Have the Nine Demonic Sects emerged, or has that old fool Xuan Ku run into some thorny problem?"
Hearing Xuan Zhen's words, Xuan Ming could not help but smile bitterly. It was bad enough that Xuan Zhen showed him not the slightest respect. Though he was Xuan Zhen's senior brother, his strength was nowhere near Xuan Zhen's.
But Xuan Zhen treated Abbot Xuan Ku the same way, with not a shred of respect. Even in formal settings, he never called him Abbot—at most, he addressed him as senior brother.
Xuan Ming knew the reason, and so did many of the Shaolin Temple's martial artists.
In Xuan Zhen's heart, there was only one man he recognized as the abbot of Shaolin Temple: the previous abbot, Venerable Kasyapa Xuan Tan.
Back when Venerable Kasyapa Xuan Tan had yet to become abbot, he had been the head of the Sutra Lecture Hall. Xuan Zhen had been raised under his guidance. Though they were called senior and junior brothers, their bond was closer than that of master and disciple.
The Xuan Generation at Shaolin Temple had produced one outstanding talent after another, and they had all gotten along well. Xuan Zhen had always believed that if Xuan Ku had refused to take the abbot's seat when the old fossils at Shaolin Temple tried to strip Xuan Tan of his position, none of this would have happened.
After all, back then, besides Xuan Tan, Xuan Ku had been the only True Martial Realm expert at Shaolin Temple. If he had refused the position, could the