"Amitabha, such sins!" Venerable Kong Ji muttered under his breath, then resumed chanting to absolve Ye Wutian of his sins.
In a remote corner of the spectator stands, a group of people sat wearing bamboo hats and veiled masks.
At that moment, one of the men dressed in gray spoke excitedly, "That was thrilling! Although the young man's actions were somewhat shameless, there's no doubt that he just fiercely slapped that old turtle Wan He right in the face."
The man in white beside him then said, "Judging by the way he dodged the Ten Thousand Buddhas Palm just now, his cultivation level is absolutely above that of the Wan Family girl."
"Dad, when I encountered that commotion caused by the Wan Family girl on Tian Street yesterday, it was he who stepped in to help me," said a woman to the right of the man in white.
"Oh? It seems this person is indeed a hero," praised the man in white.