Chapter 141 Shaolin (3)
After that day, Gu Yangjie sharpened every sense in his body.
When he heard it from Jin Muwol, he had assumed the Eight Palms were interfering from outside the Shaolin Temple, not within it.
Because it was the Shaolin Temple.
Who could have anticipated the Eight Palms running rampant inside the Shaolin Temple, the very cradle of exorcism and demon-fighting?
‘The Palm Sect is likely infiltrated deeper into the martial world than I anticipated.’
Disguised as a laborer, Gu Yangji scrutinized every single person entering or exiting.
It wasn’t merely observation.
Exerting maximum concentration, he assessed and memorized their movements, sending a messenger pigeon to Yu Zhangming every dawn.
About two days passed.
Gu Yang-jeok received word from Yu Jang-myeong that the Iron Wind Bird had arrived.
Simultaneously, he replaced the messenger bird with a new one.
He also shifted the time by one hour.
A bird circling the same place at the same time every day was too likely to be spotted.
Especially considering this was Shaolin Temple; someone might already have noticed.
‘I knew the risk would be high anyway.’
Gu Yang-jeok wiped sweat from his brow as he wrote today’s visitor list on the carrier pigeon.
Pressure.
An indescribable tightness seemed to constrict his throat.
It wasn’t the boundless confidence or power he’d felt from the Black Dragon; it felt more like sticky mud binding his feet.
Of course, Gu Yangji still didn’t know who the Eight Palms were within Shaolin.
