"Alright, I, as a humble Taoist, will eagerly await the results!" Lu Mingyang laughed angrily. He had never seen someone act so brazenly. "Soon we'll see who can gather more Yin merits!"
"Master Lu from the Purple Mansion is a renowned figure, while I am merely a lowly temple master. Isn't this a bit of an unfair match?" Song Lin remarked.
"Very well, pick one from my three disciples," Lu Mingyang said, pointing at the three standing behind him.
With so many eyes watching, Lu Mingyang had no intention of using underhanded tactics. He aimed to defeat Song Lin in a way that was upright and undeniable.
After all, others weren't fools—if Song Lin somehow died unexpectedly, the suspicion would clearly point in his direction.
Lu Mingyang wasn't intent on killing Song Lin. Getting rid of him would be a trivial task.
What mattered was proving himself. Without clearing his name, Lu Mingyang feared that Song Lin's death would cast an eternal shadow of suspicion on him.
