"Is it them?"
Fang Cheng thought to himself, rather surprised.
The arrogant leader of the lamas before him was indeed the Black Sect Venerable, Roger, whom he had encountered that night at the Lu Family Manor.
And the two cronies lurking behind him were Zha Xi and Duo Ji, whom he had taught a lesson at Xu Sanduo Antiques Shop before.
Unexpectedly, he ran into them here again.
Of course, when contesting for the Golden Benba Bottle that night, Fang Cheng had worn a mask, so Roger probably couldn't recognize him as the "fake junior brother."
Cheng Jiashu saw Fang Cheng merely staring silently at those uninvited guests and was about to speak.
The tense standoff at the front reignited.
"Old monk, since you're unwilling to speak, then it's time to head to the Underworld and chant for the Buddha!"
The stout man wearing a pig-head mask sneered coldly, his voice instantly becoming high-pitched:
"Roger, I'll restrain him on the spiritual level. Take the chance and act quickly!"
