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Xuan Ming asked Kong Jian to watch his words, but Kong Jian furrowed his brows. "Nephew, do you really think Great Zhou is still the First Dynasty of old? Are we not even allowed to discuss it? When did Shaolin Temple have to be so cautious?"
Xuan Ming's face darkened. These seniors of the Kong Generation were going too far.
On the path of martial arts, the accomplished were teachers. Although Kong Jian was a generation above him, Xuan Ming was no weaker in strength—in fact, he might even be stronger.
More importantly, he was now the head of Arhat Hall, yet Kong Jian still called him "nephew" at every turn, showing not the slightest respect.
The rules of Shaolin Temple were in fact quite strict. Xuan Ming, for example, was someone who followed them closely.
He had a good relationship with Xuan Ku, and while Xuan Ku was in seclusion, Xuan Ming was temporarily handling Shaolin Temple's affairs.
Even so, in public, he had never called Xuan Ku "senior brother." He always addressed him as the abbot. Only in private would he sometimes call Xuan Ku "senior brother."
Now Kong Jian kept calling him "nephew," clearly showing that he thought nothing of him.
But they were about to face the Western Border Esoteric Sect, which was already nearly at the city gates. Xuan Ming didn't want the Western Border Esoteric Sect to laugh at them, so he suppressed his anger and said, "Martial Uncle, this is Shengjing City, the capital of Great Zhou!
"Great Zhou may not be the First Dynasty, but speaking ill of it openly in its capital—isn't that deliberately provoking Great Zhou?
"It's like someone declaring on