"What are you doing?!"
Xiao Yuanshan stared fixedly at Yu Huatian, his eyes blazing with fury. He did not understand why Yu Huatian had told him who the murderer was, only to stop him from taking revenge.
The others also looked at Yu Huatian in confusion.
In their eyes, Xuanci, the Shaolin Abbot, was a sanctimonious hypocrite who had slaughtered a man's family. Worse, he had killed the wife and child of Xiao Yuanshan, who had advocated friendship between Song and Liao back then, destroying relations between the two countries and causing the deaths of countless thousands of innocent civilians.
A man like this deserved to die a hundred times over.
Why had Yu Huatian intervened to stop Xiao Yuanshan from taking revenge?
The Shaolin monks, on the other hand, breathed sighs of relief.
Although they, too, believed Xuanci had violated the principles of the Buddhist School and owed the world an accounting.
But if he were truly killed in front of so many people, Shaolin Temple would lose all face.
Xuancheng stepped forward and said, "Amitabha. Shaolin will give the world an accounting for the evil Xuanci committed back then. Please..."
Xuancheng wanted to step forward and smooth things over, calming everyone down first.
But before he could finish, Yu Huatian suddenly said, "Don't you think letting him die like this would be letting him off too easily?"
Xuancheng's expression stiffened.
The others also froze briefly.
After a moment of surprise, Xiao Yuanshan's expression eased slightly as he realized he had misunderstood Yu Huatian.
After a brief pause, he gave Xuanci a cold look and said, "That's right. Letting him die like this would be far too easy on him!"
"He brought ruin and death upon my family!"
"And he isn't my only enemy. I won't spare a single