A Father's Love, a Son's Devotion

"What are you scheming now, little Demon Monk?"

A voice like muffled thunder sounded outside Tan Wujie's meditation chamber.

The door swung open, and a mountain of flesh rolled in, squeezing the two broad doorframes until they creaked.

The mountain of flesh was a monk. He stood over ten feet tall and was just as wide around the waist. Calling him a mountain of flesh was no exaggeration.

A rather delicate-looking bald head sat atop that enormous body, an awkward sight if ever there was one.

"Scheming for the whole world, of course."

Tan Wujie pressed his palms together, a smile that was not quite a smile on his face. "Zhao Guang is skilled at playing power games. He's set tigers against wolves, sending those martial factions to fight the Radiance Cult to the death, and the bald donkeys of Vajra Prajna Temple actually took the bait. How laughable!"

"Hey, hey. You keep calling them bald donkeys. Don't forget we're monks too. That's worse than calling someone bald to his face."

The mountain of flesh rubbed his nose in displeasure. His arm stretched like rubber, reaching around his massive body to do it.

"That's because they're bald donkeys, while we're monks."

Tan Wujie corrected her, then narrowed his eyes. "The martial world is on the brink of upheaval. The outcome of this battle could decide its future, and even the course of the realm itself.

"Wouldn't it be a shame not to have a hand in something so interesting?

"Martial Aunt Miaoyu, would you come down the mountain with me?"

Miaoyu gave a soft snort. "Monks aren't supposed to lie. You just said the abbot was in seclusion and couldn't agree to Zhao Wuji's request. Now you're planning to get involved yourself."

"I didn't lie. The abbot really is in