He had no idea who the deceased black-robed monk really was. The old monk’s aura of resentment was almost tangible, his presence reeking of blood and strong corpse qi. Even without using Qi Sight, it was obvious, and naturally, he didn’t hesitate to take action.0

“Could it really be this coincidental? So that means yesterday’s black-robed monk came to avenge his disciple?” Li Yanchu said.0

“Highly likely. Master Yuanjue mentioned yesterday that the demonic monk’s disciple, Fa Neng, was injured. He seems to have been fighting a lot recently,” Ding Rou explained to Li Yanchu.0

“What else did Master Yuanjue say? Was there anything strange about this black-robed monk?” Li Yanchu asked further.0

Ding Rou thought for a moment. “Strange… Master...0