C148 Lin Xiaoxian Was the Scapegoat
The night was chilling, and a biting wind howled through the dilapidated temple ruins.
Though the rain had ceased, a remnant of murderous intent lingered, sketching an invisible prison on the ground that confined the Divine Monk within the temple's walls.
The Divine Monk was beset by a headache, yet he found himself without a solution.
"Amitabha. You've bested me