"Oh?"
Fang Cheng responded indifferently, glancing sideways at the fat man.
He didn't even adopt a fighting stance, merely brushed the dust off his clothes, standing there casually.
But his unguarded, relaxed posture alone was enough to show he didn't regard the remaining people as a concern.
After all, in the face of absolute strength, any defense seemed redundant.
"This guy is really annoying, who does he think he is?"
The fat man cursed internally, yet honestly took a step back.
"Big Brother, we don't know each other, have no past enmity or present grudges. We've come to the mountain today just to ask the old Zen master about some old matters, not intending to really start a fight."
The fat man rubbed his hands, and even through the silicone mask, his fawning expression was apparent, with none of the arrogance from before when he wanted to demolish the temple.
