A middle-aged man clad in a monk's robe sternly shouted, his eyes shimmering with a cold gleam.
"Indeed, this youngster must be executed."
"Otherwise, how could Huashan Temple, as the premier temple in the Jiangdong Martial Arts World, maintain its dignity?"
Another man in a monk's robe coldly exclaimed.
At that moment, everyone's gaze turned towards the man in the middle, a man over sixty years old, dressed in a red kasaya.
He was none other than Zhi Hai, the abbot of Huashan Temple.
Before Zhi Hai could speak, a series of footsteps resounded from outside the hall.
An elderly man, also dressed in a red kasaya, walked in.
His expression was grave, and a hint of anger flickered in his eyes.
He was Zhi Mo, the Third Elder of Huashan Temple, and the master of Xue Jingtiao.
"I will personally go down the mountain to execute this youth!!!"
"I will avenge Jingtiao myself!"
Zhi Mo entered the hall and called out with a stern expression.
"No!!!"
Zhi Hai suddenly exclaimed.
