Chapter 145 Moo Sung (3)
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The moment Gu Yangji stepped into the Great Hall, all eyes turned toward the entrance.
For the radical faction’s Master Mun-o, there was irritation mixed with discontent.
For Masters Munjeong and Museong, an indescribable complexity was tangled within.
The only one maintaining composure was Yu Jang-myeong.
Even here, in the hostile territory of Shaolin Temple, surrounded by masters stronger than himself.
Seeing him, Gu Yangji offered a faint smile.
“Janitor, what business brings you to the Great Hall?”
But at the warden’s guarded tone, Gu Yangji wiped the smile from his face.
“I came to speak privately with the Abbot or Master Musung.”
“…Words? And what of that monk’s robe?”
Master Wen Zheng’s gaze had grown icy.
Had the gentleness he’d shown until now vanished somewhere? Or had he merely been masking such a nature?
Gu Yangjie’s mind raced.
If Palma had penetrated so deeply into Shaolin, his position must be high indeed. Even the Abbot himself could not be excluded from that scope.
But he couldn’t openly question him here and now.
The hierarchy, the martial prowess, even the difference in prestige between Huashan Sect and Shaolin Temple.
He held no advantage in any of these areas.
Would anything have changed even if Baidanxian had been here?
Gu Yangji shook his head inwardly. Unless Jin Wuyue came personally, they would be pushed back helplessly.
But the opportunity was now or never.
‘This situation created by the switched letters, the small crack where the moderate faction and the radical faction clash, leaving dissatisfaction exposed.’
