Gu Shenwei had once been to the Four Noble Truths Temple many years ago, but he now only had a faint impression of it.
Back then, he had merely been a common brown-belt assassin. He had stood in the dark hall and told his experiences to a large group of strangers, and then been asked to leave before he could even remember everybody's face.
He was comparably more familiar with the thatched hut on the slope outside the temple. The Master, Tiger Monk, used to meditate there.
And now, he had returned to this place as the Dragon King. There were two 10,000-men armies stationed on the east and west sides of Jade, City respectively, and they were all at his command. Naturally, he was received differently this time. Nearly a hundred monks in Buddhist robes were standing in orderly rows at the entrance of the temple. They clasped their hands and saluted their honored guests even when they were still far away.
