Mòmíng crept in the dark into Abbot Faxin’s quarters, only to discover that Abbot Faxin was already dead, his neck marked by a long, narrow slash, blood staining his robes.
Watching helplessly as his master was forced to pass away in front of him in such a manner, Mòmíng felt as though his heart were being torn to shreds and tears streamed down his face, yet he dared not make the slightest sound. This was no place to linger; if he fell into Zixiu’s cruel hands, his fate would be far more agonizing.
He clenched his teeth, fighting through the agonizing pain in his chest, and knelt before Abbot Faxin to kowtow three heavy times in succession, secretly swearing a blood oath: one day, he would make Zixiu pay for this blood debt with his life!
Chapter 527