章節 385: The Cold Swords Are Unsheathed

In the depths of the Shaolin Temple, there was an inner courtyard, and tourists were forbidden to enter.

The inner courtyard's red gate was built with walls, and it was now tightly shut.

Jace Jackel was a little weak. He was left at the door and was taken care of by Savannah Jackel. She kept giving him water.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back. "A commoner from the northern territory is here to visit Shaolin!" he said solemnly. 

His loud voice was like thunder, exploding in the sky.

All the tourists in the outer court heard it.

The Shaolin monks in the inner court were all martial artists. There was no noise in a place of quiet cultivation, so how could they not hear it?

A short moment later.

No one responded.

No one opened the door!

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and spoke again, "Braydon, a commoner, requests an audience with the abbot of the Shaolin Temple!"