"Mercy incarnate! They couldn't kill the evil demon, so they sealed it instead, right?"
Chu Hao had encountered Ghost Prisoners, whose strength was terrifying. He wouldn't believe for a second that Zhang Daoling had spared an evil demon out of compassion.
He spoke softly, yet many heard him. The disciples of Longhu Mountain turned their heads, glaring at Chu Hao with anger flaring in their eyes.
A young disciple shouted angrily, "Who are you? What right do you have to question our ancestor?"
Chu Hao snorted coldly, "You've been after the True Word Brush for so long, and you don't know who I am? Sigh... it seems my reputation isn't loud enough."
Upon hearing this, the faces of the crowd changed slightly—it was Chu Hao! Zhang Genshu looked him up and down and said, "So it's Young friend Chu."
Chu Hao nodded slightly. Even facing a Taoist patriarch over a century old, he wouldn't feel inferior; Brother Hao was the King of Show-offs.
