"He's insane... He really is insane!"
Zong Heng and the other three stared at Yang Ling.
If he wasn't insane, how else could a Fourth-Grade Grandmaster dare speak so arrogantly in front of a Third-Grade Great Grandmaster?
Where does his confidence come from?
Shi Tianlong's brow furrowed.
Shi Fadu remained calm.
"Division Chief Yang, there's no need to repeat such delusions."
"Shi Fadu, you told me to say it to your face. Now you're telling me not to?"
Yang Ling's expression turned stern. "You'd better tell me exactly how deeply Arhat Temple is involved with the Great Dream Dynasty!
"How many bald donkeys in your temple are spies for the Great Dream Dynasty?
"Tell me everything, down to the last detail."
Shi Fadu said evenly, "Move farther away. This humble monk has a few things to discuss with Division Chief Yang."
Delight flashed in Zong Heng's eyes. He immediately led his three junior brothers several miles away.
"Yang may have some ability, but with the abbot handling him personally, this matter is as good as settled."
"Once he's dead, the Division Chief of the Iron Garment Division will be one of us."
Zong Heng glanced at Shi Tianlong. Seeing that he was still frowning, Zong Heng reassured him.
"It'll be fine. The abbot will handle this properly. As for Zhao De, he won't be able to make trouble."
"I just feel like something isn't right..."
Shi Tianlong murmured.
"They've gone far enough. Are you ready to come clean?
"That's fine. I can let you save face. You're a Third-Grade Great Grandmaster, after all. Of course I'd grant you that much."
Yang Ling glanced at Zong Heng and the others with a smile.
Shi Fadu's gaze remained calm. "From the moment I arrived, you haven't even bothered to stand