"Director, are you all right?"
On the way down the mountain, Ma Jinliang approached Yu Huatian's sedan chair and asked quietly.
The sight of the Sweeping Monk sending Yu Huatian flying with a palm strike and making him cough up blood today had left him uneasy.
As far as he remembered, Yu Huatian had not been injured for a very long time.
He had never expected him to suffer a setback at Shaolin Temple this time.
"Nothing serious. I will recover after some recuperation."
Yu Huatian's calm voice came from inside the sedan chair. "Once we return, send someone to investigate that old monk's identity. With such a cultivation realm and fighting strength, he cannot possibly be a nobody."
The Sweeping Monk's strength was enough to earn him the title of the foremost monk of the Buddhist School in the Central Plains.
In this age, Yu Huatian absolutely refused to believe that someone with such terrifying strength could be a nobody.
That old monk must once have been a renowned figure in the Jianghu, or an extremely senior member of Shaolin Temple.
Yu Huatian had to uncover his identity.
And the owner of that relic!
That person must have been someone from Shaolin Sect who had already ascended to the Immortal Realm.
The only question was, which figure from Shaolin Sect was it?
"Yes, Director!"
Ma Jinliang solemnly cupped his hands, then asked, "Director, regarding today's events, should we send people to spread word of Shaolin Temple's ugly face?"
"No need!"
Yu Huatian said mildly, "Those people from the various Jianghu sects and Xiao Yuanshan will naturally spread word of today's events for us. Besides, an account from someone personally involved will be far more effective than hearsay. We have no need to interfere."
"Yes. Your foresight commands my admiration,