C79 The Bald Donkey Knelt Down!

Time ticked away, second by second.

Wu Zhi slumped into the armchair that once belonged to Abbot Liu, the epitome of comfort.

The Buddhist monks around him glared with fury, yet none dared to utter a word or make a move against him.

At last, noon arrived.

The Buddhist disciples in the vicinity all cast their eyes toward Abbot Liu.

Though the weight of the situation bore down on him