Overawed by Qing Chen's terrifying divine sense, Chan Master Jinchi momentarily felt as though he were an evil demon, while Qing Chen instead resembled a compassionate eminent monk.
As those few sentences fell, the looks in the eyes of all the surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators changed.
Dugu Yidao's expression had been cold and hard, but even his eyes involuntarily flashed with something different at these words.
Yuwen Jinghong narrowed his eyes slightly, as though reassessing the weight of the governor-general before him.
Blood Nascent Soul Boy grinned so broadly that his little canine teeth showed, as though he had seen something extremely entertaining. He loathed these hypocritical monks most of all.
Wenren Zhaoxue lowered his eyes and said nothing.
As for Chan Master Jinchi, his round, kindly face could finally no longer maintain its former composure.
He had invoked Thunderclap Temple's prestige, only for Qing Chen to rebuff him in public.
Moreover, the rebuttal had been perfectly upright and aboveboard, forcibly placing Thunderclap Temple's standing beneath Great Jin's Immortal Arts.
Chan Master Jinchi fell silent for a moment before slowly pressing his palms together.
"Governor-General Qing, your words are too severe. This humble monk merely felt unable to bear seeing Faneng Temple's foundations of several thousand years destroyed in a single day. I had no intention of interfering with the Immortal Dynasty's laws."
"That would be best," Qing Chen said mildly.
Those few words blocked off everything else Chan Master Jinchi might have said.
Silence filled the scene.
But that silence did not last long.
On the other side, Xue Wuming, who had remained hovering in midair with a gloomy expression, finally gave a cold snort.
This deputy sect master of the Taotie Yuan-Devouring Sect had been holding back his anger ever since arriving.
Earlier, he had intended to use