Without a care, Ma Shan charged straight toward the shrine whose roof Xiang Wanqing had torn off. Because half of the cliff had collapsed, the shrine now sat right at the edge of the precipice; jumping from there meant plunging straight into the Mekong River.
Just as Ma Shan rushed into the ruined doorway of the shrine, a dark, thin, hunchbacked monk suddenly blocked his path.
"Ah, two more! Look, just look, what fine flesh and blood!"
Chapter 282