Zhang Xiaohua felt his scalp prickle under Monk Chang Geng's stare. Could this monk have seen through something?
But there was nothing about him for anyone to see through.
Could it be, Zhang Xiaohua wondered, that he thinks I damaged Great Forest Temple's reputation and wants to kill me to silence me? Good heavens, what am I supposed to do?
Just as Zhang Xiaohua was feeling uneasy, Monk Chang Geng let out a long laugh. "Zhang Xiaohua, was it? Not bad. Very good. Hahaha."
Zhang Xiaohua was even more puzzled. Could this monk have gone mad? He had knocked both young monks the man had brought off the arena one after another, yet the monk was standing here praising him. It truly made no sense.
However, Zhang Xiaohua had misjudged Monk Chang Geng.
It was no wonder. From the moment they met, Zhang Xiaohua had labeled Monk Chang Geng as a donkey-faced man with triangular eyes, the very image of a sinister schemer. Moreover, Monk Chang Geng did not look like a kind and benevolent eminent monk, so there was naturally no way to shake Zhang Xiaohua's first impression. Yet however one put it, Monk Chang Geng was still an eminent monk of his generation. Though he could be petty and nursed grudges over the smallest slight, his flaws did not eclipse his virtues. Would he truly make things difficult for a teenage boy?
Taking ten thousand steps back, Zhang Xiaohua might indeed have been formidable, defeating two young monks whose cultivation exceeded his. But from Monk Chang Geng's perspective, Zhang Xiaohua was clearly older than Yuan Liao and Yuan Kong. Zhang Xiaohua defeating them was only natural, nothing worth boasting about. What puzzled him instead was that Zhang Xiaohua's martial arts were merely average, and he did not even