"You walk your wide road, and I'll walk my single-log bridge; the small temple of the Chen family cannot accommodate such a large Buddha like you."
"Please."
Chen Zilong said, slowly raising his palm, making a gesture to send off his guest.
Watching this response, Chen Ziqi fell silent for a moment, then the corner of his lips finally lifted into a smile, "You chose this yourself, don't blame me."
Between the words, his long robe began to flutter without any wind.
"Today's coffin will serve just fine to bury you."
In an instant, a wave-like Dao Palace surged from the center of his brow, obscuring the view outside the great hall, towering four stories high and brimming with two streaks of Spiritual Energy.
Even amongst the Nan Hong Seven Sons, a two-story Ling Palace was close to the threshold of becoming a direct disciple.
"My only regret is that I did not personally kill you back then."
