The arrogant, overbearing old Taoist priest knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically while weeping and begging Shen Ye to spare his life.
He had battered his forehead until the skin split open, and blood stained his cheeks.
Shen Ye looked down at the old man with a sneer. Just a few minutes earlier, the old man had been wildly arrogant; now reduced to this pathetic state, it was truly well-deserved retribution.
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