The crowd of onlookers was horrified, scattering and keeping their distance as if the Joyful Shrine Association had already begun.
Yang An watched the onlookers' expressions change from start to finish and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
'Aren't there the Three Great Prohibitions? These people can't attack anyone with a lower Cultivation Level than them, so as long as I don't provoke them, I should be fine. What's there to be afraid of?'
The Zen Master who had obtained a Ninth Grade Holy Shrine laughed openly. His laughter was unsettling, sounding both thrilled and malevolent.
'If that's a laugh a Monk can make, I'll eat my hat.'
Yang An looked away.
'In a single round of twenty Zen Masters, there was one Ninth Grade and fifteen Eighth Grade. I can't even imagine what this bunch will do at the Joyful Shrine Association tomorrow.'
The people after them went up, round after round.
