But Zhao Douan indeed found this person unremarkable; not mentioning Bodhi, Xuan Yin...even Bian Ji, he remembered more clearly than this so-called head monk.
"There's no need for that expression, does it matter if I remember you or not?"
Zhao Douan sneered, his gaze falling upon the young Tianhai, showing slight surprise, he chuckled:
"Oh, you're not dead yet?"
Tianhai remained expressionless, clenching his fists tightly, producing a crisp cracking sound from his knuckles!
Zhao Douan asked curiously:
"Since you're here, why is Long Shu nowhere to be seen? Is it because of his Bodhisattva status that it's inappropriate to leave the capital?"
Strange, since when did the people of Divine Dragon Temple care about their reputation? Even the abbot was a sneaky fellow, leading by example. Would they still care about the world's opinion?"
"How dare you, brat!"
"Dare to be so disrespectful!"
The other monks were furious, shouting curses.
