The bald Shaolin monk's eyelid twitched. He put his palms together and said, "This Grand Monk is not in a position to comment on the affairs of other sects, but the matter is indeed as you say, benefactor. This monk can, however, serve as a witness."
"Your word is all I need."
After speaking, Zhao Rui looked at Yu Zhengnan and said, "Daoist Yu, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
"Distinguished masters, you're all discussing important matters. A small fry like me won't get involved. I'll be taking my leave now."
With that, he cupped his fist to the crowd and strode back into the Qingcheng Daoist Temple.
Everyone stared at each other. 'This guy has no self-awareness as a master. He's already reached such a level of strength.'
'Who would dare call you a small fry?'
"Daoist Yu, this Elder from your esteemed sect... he doesn't look very old."
A veteran from the Diancang Sect asked curiously.
"Well, he should be under nineteen, I believe!"
