The massacre at Yanmen Pass thirty years ago? The leading brother?
Everyone frowned at Yu Huatian's words, somewhat baffled.
Only Xuanci shuddered, his expression changing drastically in an instant.
"You... how did you..." Xuanci pointed at Yu Huatian, his face filled with terror, unable to finish.
He himself had almost forgotten this secret, buried deep in his heart for thirty years. He had never expected anyone to still know of it, much less bring it up to his face, and it threw his mind into disarray.
"What? Do you need me to refresh your memory too, Master Xuanci?" Yu Huatian looked at Xuanci mockingly.
"What massacre at Yanmen Pass?"
An old monk looked at Yu Huatian and barked, "Stop playing mysterious games and slandering our Shaolin abbot without cause!"
"Exactly! Don't listen to his nonsense!"
"He's just trying to slander Shaolin Temple!"
The monks shouted angrily, refusing to believe Xuanci could have done anything wrong. They believed this must be Yu Huatian's one-sided account, intended to smear Shaolin Temple's reputation.
"Slander?!"
Yu Huatian sneered and looked at Xuanci. "It seems I'll have to tell them exactly what happened thirty years ago!"
"No! Say no more!"
Xuanci suddenly cried out, his expression trembling and his voice shrill. "You're right. I am indeed guilty, and unworthy of serving as Shaolin's abbot!"
"Senior brother?!"
"Senior Brother Abbot?!"
The Shaolin monks cried out, staring at Xuanci in astonishment.
They did not understand why Xuanci would admit his guilt.
Had something really happened thirty years ago to terrify him so?!
"Tell them! Why shouldn't you!"
Suddenly, a deep voice that seemed to contain boundless fury rang out from within Shaolin Temple.
Then came the sound of someone cutting through the air in the distance.
"Who's there?!"
The Shaolin monks' expressions changed, and they circulated their