Having left the scripture tower, Li Fan unexpectedly discovered that Fa Ding, that wicked monk, was still squatting by the door without having left.
Li Fan didn't know what dark magic he had used, but he had disassembled the corpse of the old monk on the spot, using the flesh, blood, and bones to reopen his severed arm and strangely reattach and restore it!
Li Fan, unapologetically, kicked him over again, sending him rolling far away, "Didn't I tell you to summon everyone to greet me, the senior brother? What are you dawdling for!"
Fa Ding looked up at Li Fan with a puzzled expression on his face, "Eh? Senior brother? How did you come out so soon? Oh! Look at my memory, the entrance is in the sixteenth tower... "
Li Fan sneered, flashing the jade slip of the Taixuan scripture, "Don't bother yourself, I've already retrieved the scripture. Didn't you say there were quite a few secret arts at Mount Jiuyin? Just a piece of cloth! Are you playing with me?"
