Chapter 672: The Last Chance

The majestic grand hall, akin to an emperor's palace.

The lights were bright, glinting with gold and splendor.

Were it not standing amongst the mountains, none would discern it was a demon cave.

"Lord Buddha!"

At this moment, in the center of the grand hall, a figure with the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear, of enormous stature, wearing a bright yellow robe, was kneeling on the ground, paying his respects to the figure above.

Above him, a gaunt middle-aged man sat upright. His plain clothes were out of place in this grand hall. His coarse palms were toying with a string of Buddha beads, his eyes indifferently watching the burly man below: "You have stolen our sect's Treasure Script."

"Found! I found it!" The burly man quickly raised his head and repeatedly clasped his fists.

"Have you ever perused it?" The monk did not say much and continued to ask.