In the deepest Buddhist Hall, a sound came: "Mr. Su, such a strong killing aura!"
As soon as the voice fell, yellow leaves flew to both sides, leaving a path leading to a secluded hall.
The voice was exactly that of Master Miaoyu from that day.
That position was also precisely the quiet room presided over by Luohua Temple.
"I thought on the day we met in Beijing, Master forgot me, but it turns out you hadn't forgotten!" said Lin Xiaosu.
"On that day, Mr. Su was flaunting the face of Mr. Li. I remember Mr. Li, when have I ever seen Mr. Su?" said Master Miaoyu. "If Mr. Su hadn't uttered the fierce words of 'killing the hundred thousand soldiers of Jiangnan', I still couldn't imagine there was such a fierce official in the world."
"Buddhism speaks of 'formlessness', Master, you are caught in form!" said Lin Xiaosu.
"Caught in form?"
