Maitreya Descends, Divine Monk Miaoyu

Kongzhi looked at Xuan Hong, his face etched with worry.

His disciple was extraordinarily gifted, but the way he handled things never gave anyone peace of mind.

After his relationship with Xu Baiwei had been exposed, he had been stripped of his position as head of the Formless Hall and thrown into the Demon-Sealing Tower.

Fortunately, Kongzhi still held some sway within the Vajra Prajna Temple. He had persuaded the abbot to let Xuan Hong don an iron mask and carry out secret tasks for the temple.

Who could have imagined that Xuan Hong, swayed by who knew whom, would cast all caution aside and charge straight into the battle between the Demon-Suppressing Alliance and the Radiance Cult?

The Vajra Prajna Temple had taken part in this battle, but it had sent only Kongxing, whose lifespan was nearly spent. Even if he fell, the loss would not be too great for the temple as a whole.

Now, however, Xuan Hong had joined the fray and dragged Kongzhi in with him. This went against the temple's original intention of keeping its involvement limited.

Most importantly, the whole world was watching this battle. Xuan Hong's public appearance had already damaged the Vajra Prajna Temple's reputation.

Some had suspected that something was amiss with the Iron-Masked Monk who had suddenly appeared, but Xuan Hong had never shown himself before a crowd. He had carried out only covert missions, and few people had ever seen him.

Now he stood exposed before everyone. As Tan Wujie had said, the people of the martial world were no fools.

With his Golden Arhat Staff and the distinctive aura of someone who cultivated both Vajra Zen and Prajna Zen, who could fail to recognize him as Xuan Hong?

"Master, your disciple has yet to cast off greed, anger,