บท 612: Di Yin

"Amitabha!"

The doors of the grand hall were pushed open accompanied by a Buddhist proclamation as an old monk with long brows that fell from both sides of his face walked forth. He had hazy eyes and said gently, "Ming Zhen, these are guests from afar. Remove your phenomenon."

Ming Zhen nodded.

The ferociousness in Su Zimo's eyes faded as well.

Since the old monk had shown himself, both of them were not going to fight anymore.

The old monk turned his sights towards the purple-robed cultivator. "Patron, although you are our guest, you've got to be orderly. You are free to browse through the sutras here. However, if you insist on fighting, I'll have to invite you to leave."

The implications of his sentence were heavy.

In other words, he was warning the purple-robed cultivator to behave himself.

Given the seniority of the old monk, there was naturally no way he would lay his hands on the purple-robed cultivator.