At the foot of Mount Shaoshi.
The ground was covered with thick dust and smoke, dense and lingering like clouds.
Amidst the dust,
A figure scrambled out in a very embarrassing manner, amazingly it was Fa Yan, the head of the Discipline Hall.
But now...
Where was the spirit and vigor of Fa Yan, the head of the Discipline Hall, as usual? His hair tousled, face dirty, and clothes ragged, he was in a complete mess.
Like a dog that has lost its home.
Huff!
Huff!
Fa Yan was breathing heavily; his shiny bald head reflecting the sun, casting a silver gleam, his serious eyes staring intently at Xiao Yi: "Who exactly are you? Why do you know so many secret techniques of our Shaolin Temple?"
"Who am I? You are not qualified to know yet!"
Xiao Yi, with his hands behind his back, responded indifferently and then fell silent.
Beneath the mountain foot, the cold wind howled.
Only Xiao Yi stood out alone, proud among a group of Shaolin Temple's strong martial artists.
