Xiongchu, Xuantian Temple.
"That is the situation, Master Zhengqing. The dead cannot be brought back to life, please restrain your grief."
Lu Bei expelled a light orb that shimmered gold with streaks of black, angrily placing it in the hands of Abbot Zhengqing, "It's all the doing of Vermilion Bird, this vile creature has committed innumerable heinous acts, too many to record, unworthy of the heaven and earth. Sooner or later, I will make him pay the price he deserves."
Zhengqing received the light orb, his face showing neither joy nor sorrow.
The abbot was well-versed in Buddhism, practicing the divine ability of Enlightenment through Dreams. With one look, he could see that Gu Zongchen was not dead.
Lingering in unconsciousness, he was seizing the opportunity to cultivate the way of Enlightenment within dreams. Every bite and sip had its predestined significance; what was dangerous was also an opportunity, deemed as a great chance.
