"Big brother, take me away!"
Feng Qing'an, who felt almost weightless with every step he took, found Fayuan, who was lecturing atop a high platform in the Bodhi Monastery in the Ghost Nation.
At this moment, he was pale, with lifeless eyes and a haggard appearance. He looked like a prodigal son who had spent several nights indulging in a brothel, completely drained of all his energy and vigor.
"But are you satisfied now?"
Seeing Feng Qing'an's extreme misery, yet a hint of a satisfied smile on his face, Fayuan remained unmoved. He had anticipated this scene.
"I am satisfied."
"Then let's be on our way!"
Fayuan stood up, ignoring the pleas of the surrounding monks, and left the place with Feng Qing'an. Not long after their departure, a tall and stunning woman, radiant as a blooming mandala flower, appeared.
"The real protector of the Dao!"
