Facing the curse of the temple master, Zhou Xuan coldly stood by and said,
"Temple master, what does it matter if you curse me? I kept one of your eyes in my Secret Realm so you could see for yourself—whether I can make it out of this murky water of Mingjiang Prefecture.
Now I feel keeping your eye was worth it. In a few days, you'll witness what true leadership from the City God's Master looks like."
"Qing Feng has no vision. He is no fit to be the main Master of the City God."
The temple master's eye, already lashed and cracked open by the other eyes within the City God Taoist Temple, still burned with fury today. Though in immense pain, he couldn't hold back his words.
"For the City God to grow, it needs money and the support of important figures. Over the years I've managed the City God, I've doubled the size of the Tangkou. Even the Bone Elder Association can no longer completely dominate us…"
