The abbot of Tianyin Temple stood there.
In front of him was a person in a black robe, emitting an extremely terrifying pressure.
"Who might you be?"
The abbot of Tianyin Temple watched the person in the black robe with a solemn expression.
"You need not worry about who I am, you just need to help me with one thing,"
"Otherwise, tonight you and everyone in Tianyin Temple will die. You should be well aware that I have the capability to do so,"
the person in the black robe said coldly.
The oppressive force emanating from the person caused the abbot of Tianyin Temple, one of the Northern Four Top Temples, to shudder uncontrollably, fear visible in his eyes.
"What is it that you want me to do?"
The abbot of Tianyin Temple hurriedly asked.
"Find a young monk, around eighteen years old,"
"He should be quite strong, with ten scars from his vows on his head,"
the man in the black robe stated coldly.
"This..."
The abbot's expression showed hesitation.