The abbot let out a muffled groan, stumbled back several steps, and fell to the ground, clutching his chest. All the color drained from his face, leaving only shock and pain, unable to utter a single word.
The black-clad man from Qiao Tumen slowly withdrew his fist, not even glancing at the fallen abbot, and pronounced each word slowly:
"I, as an official, cannot bear the word 'barbarian.'"
His voice was not loud, yet it carried an intimidating chill to the bone. The word 'barbarian' was bitten off particularly sharply.
The other black-clad men around him turned a blind eye to this, continuing to perform their duties. The monks who witnessed this scene from afar were terrified, burying their heads even lower.
"Stand up. Describe Pu Hui's appearance, as detailed as possible."
