Five bald heads knelt quietly before the ruined monastery.
Zong Heng hung his head, desperately drawing on the power of flesh derivation within his body.
His arms had already begun to take shape.
What terrifying power! Normally, even if both my arms were severed, they should have grown back by now!
His power has actually suppressed my flesh derivation!
No matter. Since he's the Division Chief of the Iron Garment Division, he still has to deal with me according to the law. The abbot has connections in the highest places. We can still sweep this matter under the rug!
At that thought, Zong Heng breathed an inward sigh of relief and continued channeling his flesh derivation.
Kneeling on both knees, Shi Tianlong looked toward the figure sitting on the threshold nearby, staring blankly outside.
"Division Chief Yang, we can actually settle this matter ourselves. There's no need to report it to the higher-ups."
Shi Tianlong spoke softly.
"Settle it yourselves?"
Yang Ling did not turn around.
"Your Great Nether Temple colluded with the Arhat Temple to plot a rebellion. How could you possibly settle something like that yourselves?"
Zong Heng's expression shifted slightly. After a moment's thought, he said,
"Division Chief Yang, our Arhat Temple has no intention of rebelling. Today's visit was entirely my own decision."
The three Fifth Grade monks from the Arhat Temple exchanged glances, their eyes gradually taking on a resolve to face death.
They had botched today's mission!
Then they would have to take the fall themselves. They absolutely could not implicate the Arhat Temple!
"Bald ass, that isn't for you to decide. I'll personally visit the Arhat Temple and question your abbot, who has already advanced to Third-Grade Great Grandmaster.
"I'll see whether he harbors any disloyal intentions.
"This falls within the Iron Garment