"The Sweeping Monk of Shaolin Temple, just a common old monk, indeed there are many, but which one are you referring to?"
Xiao Feng was drawn to Jiang Dali's mysterious and profound words, and couldn't help but wonder.
He had been an apprentice of Shaolin Master Xuan Ku in his early years, and had spent a considerable amount of time in Shaolin.
Although those were his youthful days, he still had vague impressions and was aware of many situations within Shaolin.
Now, with Jiang Dali bringing it up like this, Xiao Feng was inwardly full of amazement.
For in his eyes, Jiang Dali's strength had indeed reached a level that shocked and astonished the world.
Those whom he described as "formidable" must be characters that could match the old eunuch in prowess.
Yet the thought that such a figure could hail from Shaolin seemed somehow not so surprising.
