"It's absolutely impossible," Master Chi Yue declared firmly. "Tong Wen was born with a natural affinity for Buddhism. For him, that would be tantamount to self-destruction of his cultivation. Sect Master Han, please rest assured."
Before his voice fell, the old monk's palm transformed, already propping up a golden light screen. His eyes snapped open, and the divine light landed on the screen, instantly wandering through mountains and seas.
However, as Master Chi Yue's gaze traveled farther and farther on the light screen, the figures of the two disciples never appeared. Just as Han Qinglin's expression grew increasingly ugly, a woman in plain clothes suddenly swept into the picture.
"Xing Zhu," Han Qinglin called out, "It's here!"
