'It's not enough!'
Three short words, yet they boomed like a clap of thunder, reverberating violently.
It wasn't just the faces of the Priests from Celestial Sword Mountain that changed.
Even the faces of the Wuxiang Temple's senior monks changed abruptly.
They never expected their Buddha's Son to show these Priests no deference whatsoever.
To think he was still demanding more compensation.
For a moment,
The atmosphere in the clearing turned deathly grim.
Li Jiuyan glanced at his master's expression before turning to Wang Xiao.
"Zen Master Wu Chen, I know Wuxiang Temple has suffered many losses over the years, but the compensation my master has promised should be enough to make amends. With you at its helm, Wuxiang Temple will undoubtedly shine brightly in the Western Regions and even the Central State. Don't push your luck!"
He held Wang Xiao in high regard, believing him to be a talent worth cultivating.
