Martial Arts World, Mingwang Temple.
In a room deep within Mingwang Temple, the middle-aged monk who fought Lan Xuande last night was now kneeling here.
Before him was an old monk dressed in a Kasaya, with white hair and a face full of wrinkles, who sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion with his palms pressed together and his eyes tightly shut.
"Head monk, I'm sorry, I was incompetent and failed to complete the task you assigned me—to bring Lan Linger back."
The middle-aged monk spoke.
"It's not your fault; it was just bad luck that a young man interfered, leading to Lan Xuande's involvement. His strength surpasses yours; it's normal that you weren't his match."
The lips of the old monk did not move, yet his voice clearly emanated from his mouth.
"Head monk, allow me to go again. This time I will surely eliminate that meddlesome kid and bring Lan Linger back to you."
The middle-aged monk said in a deep voice.