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"The General's Temple?" Monk Haifeng's expression changed. He involuntarily took two steps back. A person's name cast a shadow as long as a tree's!
His heart sank. If I'd known he was the scourge from the General's Temple, I never would've come out and meddled.
Everyone knew the General's Temple walked the line between righteous and wicked, and its people were ruthless!
Of course. I should've realized sooner. What other Mage could have appeared in the Lower River?
Regret weighed ever more heavily on the old monk. He bent and bowed. "So you're Master Tang of the General's Temple. This humble monk pays his respects!"
Tang Changsheng regarded him coldly. "The Skanda Temple? I don't believe I've heard of it. Where did you learn your Dao Arts, monk?"
Monk Haifeng had clearly cultivated. The flame rising above his head differed from an ordinary person's, rippling like water. It was quite distinctive.
Tang Changsheng knew, of course, that this came from cultivating Buddha Light.
But this was the Lower River. The General's Temple's territory!
And after the Heaven and Earth Cataclysm, few cultivators were left. Even though Tang Changsheng thought little of this monk's cultivation, the appearance of another cultivator here still put him on guard.
It was like a Beast's territory: herbivores might be tolerated, but another predator never would be!
"Please don't misunderstand, Master. The Skanda Temple has existed for a hundred and fifty years. My lineage received much kindness from the General's Temple back then!"
Seeing Tang Changsheng's expression turn hostile, the monk hurried to explain.
Tang Changsheng snorted. That made it difficult to act against him. If the Founding Patriarch had allowed the Skanda Temple's lineage to remain...
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