A swift and decisive battle was the best strategy.
"Master, I..." Gao Yuanfeng was unwilling to give up and wanted to plead his case further.
"Enough!"
Shanxin's voice turned abruptly cold. An invisible chill instantly filled the room, and the temperature seemed to plummet.
"I do not like pointless talk, and I especially dislike it when others question my decisions."
Staring into Shanxin's predatory eyes, Gao Yuanfeng felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head. His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and the words on the tip of his tongue were choked back by fear.
It was only then that he was jolted into remembering. The man before him was no compassionate monk, but a Demon Monk who would kill at the slightest provocation.
