C72 A Trip to Shaolin

The moon was bright and sparse.

The Shaolin Temple was quiet and peaceful as usual.

Occasionally, there would be a gust of wind, and the swaying branches and leaves would scatter mottled shadows under the light.

Master Ku Chan's right hand was still twirling beads while his left hand was tightly shut.

He frowned slightly.

Ever since his last visit to the Iron Sword Villa