Golden flames danced in the air. Soon, Yuecha's figure slowly disappeared. Then, the golden flames died out. Nothing was left. It was as if nothing happened.
The scene was silent. A breeze blew by.
"Amitabha."
Every monk did the Namaste gesture and silently chanted Buddhist scriptures.
The death of Yuecha did enlighten the Buddhists.
"Sigh, lost a friend again." Li Nianfan shook his head. He felt sentimental.
He experienced more things as he approached more cultivators. He learned various lessons in the Immortal Realm. He did hear about these things before but there was a difference when it was a personal experience.
Most of the time, other people had chosen their paths. Even capable friends could not help them out at all.
Cultivators were sometimes fickle. They did act like how Immortals should act.
That was the review of Li Nianfan. In other words, cultivators around him were friendly.
