Chapter: 1609
Although it happened in Runan, which was thousands of miles away from the Shaolin Temple, it was inevitable that this aftermath would go beyond the Shaolin Temple and spread throughout the entire Jianghu region.
Even a huge fortress could collapse from a single mouse hole, let alone an incident where hundreds of people died and several times that many were injured.
There was no telling how much this would exacerbate and divide public opinion.
�Why are they here?�
�What are they trying to do now?�
The monks could hear some warriors criticizing the Shaolin Temple.
They were blaming the Shaolin Temple for allowing the situation to escalate to this point, even when it was not actually their responsibility.
The monks of the Shaolin Temple could not help but be flustered. Even though they were said to be stronger minded than ordinary warriors due to their years of training, they were still human.
They hated to be disliked, and it made them feel uncomfortable to be resented for no reason.
�Amitabha Buddha!�
�Umm!�
The monks tried to maintain their composure and ignore the stares of the people.
Woon Seong and the monks pushed past the people and entered deeper in the manor.
No one tried to stop them. Since the fight was already over and the warriors didn�t want to openly confront the monks, they could pass without obstruction.
As a result, they were able to enter the innermost part of the Jin manor with ease.
It was then that their eyes caught sight of a middle-aged man sitting on a large rock. The man had a tired look on his face as he was leaning on his sword like a staff.
As soon as Woon Seong saw the man�s face, his eyes shook,
�Amitabha! It�s the Sword Saint!�
�Woon Seong!�
The middle-aged man, Han Yucheon, also recognized Woon Seong.
�We give our greetings to the Sword Saint.�
�We send our greetings to Master Han.�
The monks who followed Woon Seong also greeted Han Yucheon in unison, but Han Yucheon didn�t even bother to look at them.
�You�re late.�
�We came as quickly as we could.�
�Hmpf! You must have been late because you were deliberating hard about it. I guess the Shaolin is more calculating than any ordinary sect.�
�Amitabha, I don�t mind you insulting me, but please don�t insult the Shaolin. Our sect had their reasons too.�
�Is that so?�
�Where is Un-hae?�
�He is around here somewhere.� JrNovels.com
Even a huge fortress could collapse from a single mouse hole, let alone an incident where hundreds of people died and several times that many were injured.
There was no telling how much this would exacerbate and divide public opinion.
�Why are they here?�
�What are they trying to do now?�
The monks could hear some warriors criticizing the Shaolin Temple.
They were blaming the Shaolin Temple for allowing the situation to escalate to this point, even when it was not actually their responsibility.
The monks of the Shaolin Temple could not help but be flustered. Even though they were said to be stronger minded than ordinary warriors due to their years of training, they were still human.
They hated to be disliked, and it made them feel uncomfortable to be resented for no reason.
�Amitabha Buddha!�
�Umm!�
The monks tried to maintain their composure and ignore the stares of the people.
Woon Seong and the monks pushed past the people and entered deeper in the manor.
No one tried to stop them. Since the fight was already over and the warriors didn�t want to openly confront the monks, they could pass without obstruction.
As a result, they were able to enter the innermost part of the Jin manor with ease.
It was then that their eyes caught sight of a middle-aged man sitting on a large rock. The man had a tired look on his face as he was leaning on his sword like a staff.
As soon as Woon Seong saw the man�s face, his eyes shook,
�Amitabha! It�s the Sword Saint!�
�Woon Seong!�
The middle-aged man, Han Yucheon, also recognized Woon Seong.
�We give our greetings to the Sword Saint.�
�We send our greetings to Master Han.�
The monks who followed Woon Seong also greeted Han Yucheon in unison, but Han Yucheon didn�t even bother to look at them.
�You�re late.�
�We came as quickly as we could.�
�Hmpf! You must have been late because you were deliberating hard about it. I guess the Shaolin is more calculating than any ordinary sect.�
�Amitabha, I don�t mind you insulting me, but please don�t insult the Shaolin. Our sect had their reasons too.�
�Is that so?�
�Where is Un-hae?�
�He is around here somewhere.� JrNovels.com
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