Outside, Wangkong and the elderly Abbot were leading a group of Martial Monks, waiting. It was clear that this Guest Courtyard was already surrounded by the Martial Monks of Qixia Temple.
"Amitabha! Benefactor, please reconsider!"
The elderly Abbot put his palms together and walked step by step towards Ji Youcheng, while the Martial Monks behind him also approached step by step.
"You bunch of old baldheads, did you think I'd be afraid of you?"
Ji Youcheng clenched his teeth, yanked the brocade sash from his own waist, and used it to tie Xiaosuisui directly to his trouser belt. The jade bone fan in his hand flicked open. He flipped it over, and its color changed instantly. The white surface of the fan turned as black as ink in a flash, reflecting the sunlight with a white gleam.
"The Jade Bone Heart-Devouring Fan!"
