"Chu, Han, Wei, I believe something is amiss. I'm afraid someone is trying to frame me."
Yang Ling's voice was grave.
He hadn't even reached Kyoto yet. How had these rumors spread?
"If I had to guess, the remnants of Arhat Temple are spreading them. They want someone else to do their dirty work."
"Are those bald monks all locked up? Are you still hunting down the ones who escaped?"
His suspicion had a sound basis.
He couldn't speak for the world outside the instance, but how many enemies did he have inside it?
Right now, his greatest enemy was Arhat Temple.
Mo Changyun and Wu Xiaotian were startled. What did this have to do with Arhat Temple?
And why was he calling its monks "remnants"?
That word usually meant...
"Wait. Something happened to Arhat Temple?"
The two exchanged a glance and saw the same shock in each other's eyes.
Only that could explain why the monks of Arhat Temple had become "remnants"!
Chu Pinglan glanced at them. Making no attempt to hide it, he said quietly:
"Shi Fadu, the abbot of Arhat Temple, and Zong Heng, the chief elder of its Enforcement Hall, are both imprisoned in Kyoto's heavily guarded Heavenly Prison.
The remaining monks are locked up in the Ministry of Justice's dungeon.
As for the remnants we didn't catch in time, the Iron Garments are still pursuing them.
As long as they haven't fled the Rong Kingdom, it's only a matter of time before they're caught."
"Enough. The wise won't be swayed by rumors. I trust the Great Dream Dynasty's envoys and Kyoto's experts won't fall for this one."
Yang Ling changed the subject. "Zhao Heavenly King asked me to settle on a site for the Iron Garment Division headquarters. Have you chosen one?"
"We've narrowed it