Targeted by the White Flood Dragons?

Baosha Temple.

The wind howled like a furious spirit, and crows cried in the cold.

The once-tranquil Buddhist sanctuary now held an indescribable chill.

Inside a meditation room.

Abbot Wangyou sat cross-legged.

He lowered his gaze to his hands.

His skin was smooth, a faint radiance flowing beneath it. Where was the slightest trace of the withered old man he had been?

Even now, he felt as though it were all a dream.

"Senior brother."

The young monk Wangchi sat opposite him, toying with a string of prayer beads, a smile on his lips.

"How does that new body suit you?"

Wangyou drew a deep breath, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"Wonderfully."

"And I have the secret art you brought to thank. Otherwise, these old bones of mine would likely have crumbled in the grave long ago."

Wangchi waved a hand, looking unconcerned.

"We're brothers of the same order. No need for thanks."

With that said.

His tone changed, and he looked out the window at the rolling mountains.

"Though..."

"The senior brothers mentioned something just now. It seems... Baosha has a feud with the Longyou Demon Suppression Office?"

At the mention of it.

Wangyou's ruddy face darkened at once.

A violent demonic aura spilled uncontrollably from his body.

"Hmph!"

"That Demon Suppression Office has gone too far!"

"First, that girl from the Demon Suppression Office killed a Baosha disciple. She even killed Junior Brother Wangchen and dragged Baosha's name through the mud."

"Then came Wei He. Relying on his court position, he's sent men up the mountain to search the place every few days for months."

"And just days ago, he used a complaint as an excuse to seal several of our estates below the mountain. He even wants to inspect the temple's accounts!"

As he spoke.