"'The four words 'Buddha's Mercy' sound rather grating to my ears when they come from Shaolin disciples,"
Fang Bai said with a smirk, "Enough talk. We're here at Shaolin not to exchange martial arts knowledge but to seek justice. How can we do so without a bit of injury, a sight of blood? If you're afraid, then bow your head, concede, and accept my terms!"
"So, young benefactor has really decided to be at odds with Shaolin!"
Upon hearing Fang Bai's words, Jueren's normally impeccable composure couldn't help but crack, his white beard moving without wind, his monk's robe bulging as it was inflated by the stirring True Yuan within him.
"That's right, I am set on making things difficult for you!"
Fang Bai beckoned Jueren with a hook of his finger and said, "Come on, old monk, let's fight this out, and all will be settled!"
"In that case, this old monk must offend you!"
