Lingjue had a head full of questions.
He glanced at Chu Qing, who was standing not far away, with eyes glaring at him, then looked over at Guan Changying.
The question marks in his mind turned into tiny flies, buzzing incessantly in his head.
He couldn't help but turn back to look at his mentor.
As if looking at his guiding light...
Yet little did he know, his mentor's mind was also buzzing just as much at this moment.
But at least he had eaten vegetarian meals for a few more years and recited more scriptures.
His cultivation was far beyond what a young monk like Lingjue could compare to, and he immediately spoke in a deep voice:
"The Third Young Master is joking, this little disciple of mine, how can he be the match of the Third Young Master.
"Moreover, today my disciple wants to seek a spar with a master from Taiheng Sect..."
"Just a sparring match, with moderation, Master Lingjue shouldn't be worried about injuries, right?"
