"Senior Sister, can you please do something about Changsheng?"
Yu Linglong had just ended her call with Ji Changsheng, when she saw her anxious junior brother rushing over.
The cold sweat on his forehead clearly communicated the Sect Master's current state of mind.
"He is heading towards deeply offending the Bodhisattva."
Yu Linglong had already calmed down at this point: "It's fine. I myself once killed seven masters from the Guanyin Hall, and the Bodhisattva, being large-hearted, did not pursue the matter."
Sect Master: "...Senior Sister, do you think Changsheng will stop at seven?"
Yu Linglong can't counter this.
Given Ji Changsheng's style, seven masters indeed may not satiate his appetite.