At the head of this group of monks was a young novice, not very tall and somewhat thin, with an immature face that made him look only thirteen or fourteen. Though young, he wore an arrogant expression, while the dozen or so monks beside him followed respectfully behind him.
Before the monk even drew near, Yuan Hai spotted him. He immediately abandoned Zhang Xiaohua and hurried forward, pressing his palms together with a smile. "I was wondering who it might be. So it is Martial Uncle Kong Jian. What brings you to the mountain gate today, Martial Uncle?"
The young monk did not return the salute, merely nodding with a smile. "You... who are you? Are you the nephew on duty today?"
"Reporting to Martial Uncle, my name is Yuan Hai. I am not on duty today. Just now, I was practicing Arhat Fist with my fellow brothers before the mountain gate when I saw Junior Brother Yuan Meng's signal..."
Before Yuan Hai could finish, Kong Jian waved a hand. "No need to say more. I only asked whether you were the disciple on duty. I saw that signal as well. What exactly happened?"
Zhang Xiaohua watched coldly, his face expressionless. The disciple who had taken Meng's waist token earlier was standing behind this Monk Yuan Kong. He must have been stopped by this monk, so how could he not know what had happened here? Asking now was naturally meant to make things difficult for him!
Thus, Zhang Xiaohua said nothing.
Sure enough, Yuan Hai glanced at Zhang Xiaohua and said to Yuan Hai, "Junior Brother Yuan Meng, tell Martial Uncle Kong Jian everything that happened here once more!"
"Yes." Yuan Meng answered respectfully, stepped before Kong Jian, and recounted everything that had just occurred from beginning to end.
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