The skinny monk rode away in a cloud of dust, never once revealing his name.
Watching his retreating figure fade into the distance, Hall Master Li's expression shifted uncertainly. He had thought this would be an easy assignment: capture an unidentified youth who had been running the seas, with two monks of Great Forest Temple's Yuan generation helping him. Wouldn't that have been as easy as turning over one's hand?
But reality played a mischievous joke on him. How was this an easy job? It was practically a life-threatening task. From the look of things, if the other side had not been in the mood to kill them, none of them would have found it easy to survive.
"How am I supposed to explain this when I return to the sect?"
Hall Master Li regretted botching the assignment. He had hoped to use this task to win the gang leader's favor. Yet he soon broke into a smile. Since even Great Forest Temple's eminent monks had failed to keep the man and one had nearly lost his life, what more could be expected of him? How could the gang leader blame him?
Having made up his mind, he beckoned Bai Yonggui, who had just finished bandaging his wound, over and asked warmly, "Little Bai, how are your injuries?"
Bai Yonggui bared his teeth and said, "Thank you for your concern, Hall Master Li. That bastard was truly too insidious. He actually cut off my right thumb. But I found it already. Once we return and seek out the gang's divine physician, it should be possible to reattach it."
Hall Master Li secretly frowned, but smiled. "That's good, Little Bai. So long as you haven't lost your life, everything can be discussed. Rest easy. Even if the thumb cannot be reattached,