"Young master, could you put down your toy? I have something to discuss with the head of Shaolin," Sanleng Yuanguang said, standing behind the young monk. Though he did not know much about the Dream Dota Alliance, he knew young people these days had fiery tempers.
"Who are you? Why are you looking for the head of Shaolin here? This is Second World." The monk's hand twitched, and Frost Archer died. He did not seem bothered, calmly buying equipment before answering.
"I am Sanleng Yuanguang, the last disciple of the Divine Light Gate. I have urgent news for the sects of the Central Plains. Both Shaolin and Wudang have disciples working at Second World. I thought you would be able to contact your sect leaders, so I came straight here." Sanleng Yuanguang made no attempt to conceal his name.
"You're Japanese? The last disciple of the Divine Light Gate? Understood." The monk's gaze sharpened. He looked nothing like a young gaming addict.
"Young master, please hurry and contact-Aaaah!" Sanleng Yuanguang screamed and dropped to one knee, veins bulging on his forehead as his face twisted in pain.
"Senior Brother Huai'an, are you all right?" A long-haired young man emerged from behind Sanleng Yuanguang, holding a silver rod. It was this rod he had just used to knock Sanleng Yuanguang down.
"Senior Brother Kunyuan, I'm fine. But this elderly gentleman seems to have something very important to discuss with the heads of our two sects." Huai'an hurriedly took a bottle of medicine from the desk and fed Sanleng Yuanguang a pill. Only then did Sanleng Yuanguang's breathing ease.
"He came to Second World to find the heads of Shaolin and Wudang? What does he want?" Kunyuan demanded as well.
Huai'an helped Sanleng Yuanguang up as he said, "I don't know. But