章節 877: The Reason for South Stream Temple's Chaos

That the bamboo sea had fallen silent indicated that the fellow hidden deep inside it had felt the same thing as Tang Thirty-Six.

When she heard this voice, the viciousness on the black-clothed Daoist nun's face gradually retreated. She coldly glared at Tang Thirty-Six, apparently wanting to say something. But she had probably recalled Tang Thirty-Six's earlier threat, so all the words she had planned to say ultimately became a simple snort. With an enraged visage, she flicked her sleeve and left.

Seeing the Daoist nun walk away, Tang Thirty-Six called, "Hey! Don't leave if you have the guts! Snorts also count! Next year's donation will be halved again!"

Those disciples that had not gone to Mount Han or the capital looked at each other, speechless. _Is this that young master of the Tang clan that I've heard so much about? Why is he so different from the rumors? This temper is just a little too excessive._