Zhu Jinwoo's Inner Thoughts

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jinwoo also understood what Zhang Yanjun meant!

No wonder he asked if he could defeat him in a one-on-one fight. So that was what he meant!

At the thought of this, Zhu Jinwoo was filled with confidence. He had once won the championship of a provincial-level mixed martial arts competition. Defeating Lin Yi was like a warm-up to him.

At the same time, Zhang Yanjun turned to look at Lin Yi and said with an unfriendly expression,

"Fellow Daoist, I suspect that you've been sent by another Daoist temple to cause trouble. I have to say that your goal has been achieved, but what I want to say is that if you think that you can destroy our Xiyun Temple's Hungry Ghost Festival with these tricks, you're too naive."

Lin Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This old thing's level of deception was really first-rate. With just a few words, he was now claiming that he was a spy.

"Do you think I'm so free?" Lin Yi said.