Expressiveless.
The impatience and dissatisfaction in his heart gradually dispersed.
The Serpent churning within him quieted down a bit, sensing it had entered the temple's domain. Its body sank again into the lake's depths, leaving only its head sticking out, staring intently at him.
He kept silent; over the past few days, all the Disciples from Purple Cloud Palace had been investigating this matter with their various methods, naturally prying out quite a bit of truth. Not a single manager of the several county towns around was clean.
Seeing Jiang Feng not speaking, the old monk simply turned around and walked straight into the hall, flicking out three sticks of incense from his sleeve with a sway of his palm, which lit without any fire, and respectfully inserted them into the incense burner, placing his hands together in prayer, his expression devout, his voice deep and powerful.
