"Sect Leader Bai, do you know why Golden Spring Temple is raising this Poisonous Flood Dragon?"
Chen Sheng's fingertips lightly stroked the cold steel of the Dragon Roar Blade, his inquisitive gaze landing on Bai Qing's face.
"As for that, I am not certain either. But allow me to advise you, Captain Chen: do not covet that Poisonous Flood Dragon."
Here, Bai Qing paused before adding, "After all, that bunch of bald donkeys are not to be trifled with."
Chen Sheng was well aware of this.
Although there was talk of six great powers within Ning'an Prefecture, in reality, the ones with the strongest foundations and deepest backgrounds were none other than the Buddhist Sect's Golden Spring Temple and the Daoist Sect's Qingfeng Temple.
In comparison, however, Qingfeng Temple was more low-key and detached, while Golden Spring Temple was far more ostentatious—one might even say tyrannical in their conduct.
"Thank you for the gift of the blade, Sect Leader Bai."
