“Venerable Abbot!”

Hearing the door slam open, the abbot Beopjeong let out a deep sigh as Beopgye stormed into the room.

Among the monks, Beopgye was known for being even more serious than Beopjeong, as he deeply understood the weight of his role assisting the head of the Shaolin Temple.

Beopgye’s unusual demeanor now could only mean one thing.

“Venerable Abbot! News has arrived from Shaanxi!”

Beopjeong closed his eyes tightly.

Though it was as he feared, the confirmation only made him feel dizzy.

“… Is it Mount Hua?”

“How… How did you know?”

A heavy sigh escaped Beopjeong’s lips.