Zhongji Courtyard, Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship.
Xin Lin revealed a broad smile upon receiving the confirmed news.
"Thank you, Master. I wish you abundant wealth and a thriving business."
Having said that, she tossed the Ancient Sword to Ma Jingtian and swaggered off.
"How preposterous! You little brat, you've offended Lord Buddha here; do you still think you can leave Taichang Temple alive? You think you can just meet the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship whenever you say so? Lord Buddha will make you meet King Yan!"
Monk Qingyu rubbed his head, still feeling the pain from the deep wound.
Monk Qingyu, too, was a man of deep schemes; there was no way he'd kindly point Xin Lin in the right direction.
