Chapter 13. Before the Full Moon (1)

When he reached the Tang Clan’s main gate, the old monk frowned.

“Amitabha…”

Venerable Gongye, the abbot of Shaolin and the man known as the Fist God, let out a deep sigh.

‘Their karma runs too deep…’

Though he had yet to knock, Venerable Gongye could feel the sinister aura seeping out from within. He chanted the Buddha’s name once more, pitying the junior who had made the wrong choice.

‘So you chose the path of heresy in the end…’

He already understood all too well the strange inferiority complex the Tang Clan harbored.

They used poison and relied mainly on arts and hidden weapons that others condemned as sinister. For that very reason, he had thought they would be all the less likely to fall into heresy.

The Tang Clan had always kept one foot in the heretical path, yet stubbornly claimed to be orthodox. He had believed they would never stray down the wrong road.

‘This, too, is karma I must bear…’...