Li Huai was only responsible for teaching Ji Shengzu and old Wu; it was Chung Jingfeng who insisted on killing them, which had nothing to do with Li Huai.
"I'm not some wanton killer, do all the folks in the underworld live by such murderous terms?"
Li Huai stood under Wuru Peak, murmuring to himself.
Wuru Peak...
Each time he mentioned this name, Li Huai's face turned red. Who would give such an evocative name to a place? To make matters worse, the Shaolin Temple was situated here, couldn't they change the name?
"It's eleven o'clock now, deep into the night. The priests must be asleep, right?"
Whoosh!
Li Huai faded into the boundless night like a streak of light, moving at an astonishing speed.
After a few breaths, Li Huai had scaled the wall and arrived in the heart of the temple.
A strong smell of cooking oil filled the air. The houses in front seemed to be kitchens and the courtyard was probably situated at the back.
