"Disciple is unworthy, acting too rashly, which led to this man-made calamity, implicating my martial uncle."
Heavenly Dragon respectfully kowtowed again.
At that moment, a large hand suddenly touched his head.
An old monk walked out from the corridor, smiling benevolently as he said, "Heavenly Dragon, there's no need to blame yourself. You've worked hard. Aren't we old bones just living dead men for such times?"
"Come, let's go meet that young friend outside together."
Gazing at his martial uncle's familiar face, Heavenly Dragon felt a mix of emotions swell within him.
The three exchanged glances, each nodding, and immediately their Buddhist mana burst forth, their figures soaring skyward. The two old monks were emanating the power of the seventh layer of Dao Mastery, but Heavenly Dragon was slightly stronger than the two.
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"Good, good, good! The turtle shell is about to give in, so Old Deng finally couldn't sit still any longer, huh."
