The newcomer was the Great Zen Master of this temple, essentially the head of the temple, similar to the role of an abbot in domestic monasteries. Just by looking at the group of subordinates following him, one could tell they were much stronger than the four gaunt elderly men and women currently present.
The Skull Master's right hand index and middle fingers were pressed together, shrouded in a swirl of dark Qi. Even this small cloud of dark Qi was enough to ward off anyone daring; rushing forward recklessly would only serve to confirm one's status as a mere underling, easily annihilated with but a single breath.
"Great Zen Master, it's not that I disregard the greater good, but someone intends to take the Buddha Bead Relics to cultivate, and I must vow to resist to the death. These Buddha Beads were seized back by my master at the cost of his life, how can we let them be destroyed by these petty thieves!"
