The sweeping old monk looked at those young members of the Primordial Race, a chilling edge unmistakably woven into his words.
"Old bald donkey, is the Buddhist Sect planning to stick its neck out for the Human Race?" One of the young Primordial Race members stared at the sweeping old monk with an ominous glare, his tone dripping with malice.
"I am merely a sweeping monk, having nothing to do with the Buddhist Sect. If I strike, it is only because I am a human being!"
Chapter 648