Just as Princess Zhang Le ordered the soldiers to kill the two monks in An He City, far away from there, Wu Qi presented Ming Li's head in Bo Yunting's field headquarter. It was a small chest of gold sandalwood in which the monk's large head was stuffed, full of powders made of various spices to keep the head from rotting. The head with its teeth bared and its eyes wide open looked fierce, and there was even a gleam of ferociousness flickering in the eyes.
It startled Bo Yunting. Just a moment ago, Wu Qi had volunteered to break the formation, claiming that he had full confidence in doing that, making Bo Yunting quite pleased. However, after the commander seal was given to him, instead of setting off immediately, Wu Qi pulled out a man's head. What was he trying to do?
He rose to his feet and walked beside Wu Qi, then studied the head in the chest. "A cultivator of Buddhist League?" he asked with a frown.
