The temple doors opened, and Yanshan greeted several Arbitrators with a bow.
"Monk, have you saved someone these past few days whose flesh was on the verge of disintegration?"
Yanshan remained silent, not speaking and showing no expression, just quietly looking at the Arbitrator who had asked the question.
Frowning at the lack of response, the Arbitrator said, "Monk, I'm talking to you. If you can't speak, then call another monk from the temple to answer!"
"In this temple, there is only this humble monk," Yanshan replied.
Initially startled, the Arbitrator then chuckled and said, "So you can talk! Good, the Arbitration Office is searching for a dangerous person. Step aside at once!"
"There are only benevolent people in this temple, no wicked individuals; this humble monk asks forgiveness as he cannot allow the gentleman to enter."
Yanshan shook his head and said lightly to the Arbitrator.
"Are you tired of living, monk?"
