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"The General's Temple?" Monk Haifeng's face changed, and he involuntarily took two steps back. A man's name cast a shadow as long as a tree's!
He groaned inwardly. If I'd known he was that scourge from the General's Temple, I never would've come out and meddled.
Who didn't know that the General's Temple straddled the line between righteous and wicked, and that its people were ruthless to the bone?
Of course. I should've realized sooner. Who else could the Mage who appeared in Lower River be?
The old monk regretted it more by the moment. He bent at the waist and bowed. "So you're Master Tang of the General's Temple. This humble monk pays his respects!"
Tang Changsheng regarded him coldly. "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 above his head differed from an ordinary person's, rippling like water. It was quite distinctive.
Tang Changsheng naturally knew this was the cultivation of so-called Buddha Light.
But this was Lower River. The General's Temple's territory!
And after the Heaven and Earth Cataclysm, there clearly weren't many cultivators left. The appearance of a monk with genuine cultivation made Tang Changsheng wary, even if he thought little of the monk's abilities.
It was like a Beast's territory: herbivores could be tolerated, but another predator could not!
"Please don't misunderstand, Master. Skanda Temple has existed for a hundred and fifty years. My lineage received no small kindness from the General's Temple back then!"
Seeing at once that Tang Changsheng's expression had darkened, the monk hurried to explain.
Tang Changsheng snorted. That made it difficult to act against him. If the