The more someone doesn't look like a bad person, the more extremely dangerous they are.
Thinking of the palm strike that just landed.
Han Xiaoru couldn't help but shiver with fear.
If it weren't for my junior brother's intervention, I would have been finished.
Now that the disguise is gone, the old monk no longer hides his skills?
Both fists formed seals, like a crane's beak resembling orchid blossoms, striking downwards, seemingly transforming into countless hand shadows.
Han Xiaoru's vision blurred.
Upon closer inspection, she found the old monk's moves no longer resembled fists but rather countless stars forming a dense array that was dizzying to behold.
"Star Luo Array, should I address you as Zen Master Mingjing or call you Patriarch Situ?"
