"All right, he's already gone. There's no use getting any angrier. We really were too rash, actually. How could you or I possibly stand against Huang Xiao? By not killing us, he showed us mercy. Let Liaochen go. I don't want to concern myself with the younger generation's affairs anymore," an old monk said with a long sigh.
"No. Liaochen is Shaolin's hope for the future. He absolutely cannot mix with people of the Demonic Path. Where would that leave our Shaolin? When he returns this time, he must be severely punished," some monks said in disagreement.
"Let's go, let's go. Those are all matters for later. Huang Xiao is heading to Kaifeng-come to think of it, the seven-year deadline for the Seven Spirit Blades is almost here. It's just that our two great-grand martial uncles seem to have no intention of competing for them," someone else sighed.
In truth, they naturally felt deeply disappointed that Shaolin was not participating in such a major event.
But they also understood that even Shaolin's two divine monks, their grand-grand martial uncles, would probably be outmatched by the experts who would clash next. It was not just Shaolin; even the experts of Dragon Tiger Mountain would probably fall somewhat short.
Thus, even if they had the desire, they probably lacked the strength to act on it.
Because Huang Xiao was riding a horse, Liaochen soon caught up, and the two headed to Kaifeng together.
When they arrived in Kaifeng, Huang Xiao discovered, to his surprise, that Hong Yi had arrived ahead of them. At his first sight of Hong Yi, he could sense the extraordinarily terrifying strength hidden beneath his calm aura.
"Incredible!" Huang Xiao was in no hurry to enter the palace. After exclaiming in admiration, he found a restaurant with Hong