"Could you shut up?"
The young monk looked helplessly at the Daoist beside him. "If you keep talking, we'll really... Amitabha, forgive us, forgive us."
Wasn't that the truth!
When Kumarajiva had appeared just now, the Daoist's first words had been, "At least it wasn't someone from our Daoist School."
Then, a moment later, someone like Ge Hong had appeared.
After Ge Hong left, the Daoist had said, "At least there's no one else now."
And Ge Hong had come back.
Now he actually wanted to speak again?
If he kept this up, he might well "talk" the Sage Emperor into appearing-and taking Lin Ke's side.
"Could I have already mastered Word-Bound Law?" The young Daoist touched his mouth in disbelief.
Even Qi Ye couldn't help glancing at him. "Zhang Wuji, say less."
The Daoist called Zhang Wuji nodded helplessly. "All right, I'll shut up."
Li Feiyu leaned closer to Qi Ye and whispered, "Brother Qi, as the saying goes, even if we lose in strength, we mustn't lose in spirit. We've already lost in presence. Should we rush up and teach him a lesson?"
Although this was an exceedingly foolish move, it was also the best solution Li Feiyu could think of.
Qi Ye slowly shook his head, meeting Lin Ke's gaze. "He's merely of servile status. Naturally, we should defeat him fair and square."
At those words, a rosy flush spread across Li Feiyu's cheeks. Moved by Qi Ye's imposing spirit, he nodded slightly. "I'll listen to you, Brother Qi."
As the two sides drew closer, an intangible atmosphere began to hang over them.
The tension of a battle poised to erupt at the slightest touch!
That tension silenced many of the spectators. They forgot to chat and forgot to crack their melon seeds, instead staring nervously at