Monk Wumo's voice rang out, and Li Cheng, along with Ninety Thousand Miles, stopped in their tracks and turned to look.
The dead monk strode over, stopped a few yards from the two, gave a Buddhist salute, and then said, "Donor, are you skilled in formation knowledge?"
"No clue!" Li Cheng shut the dead monk down with one sentence.
"My sins, where there's forgiveness, there should be mercy. Donor, let's put the past behind us!" Monk Wumo said haltingly, before bowing deferentially.
A smile appeared on Li Cheng's face, but he remained silent.
Monk Wumo, left with no choice, continued, "Donor, as per your request, I have lifted the curse from this donor. Can we let the matter of the Array Plate rest?"
Indeed, it had been Li Cheng who spoke up previously.
After a brief contemplation, Li Cheng said, "I know a bit about formations, Divine Monk, please speak your mind!"
