At night, the moonlight shone like silver.
A bird flew over Fairy Lake and suddenly exploded into a mist of blood; the remaining skeleton dropped onto the dark and profound surface of Fairy Lake with a 'thump'.
The spreading blood made the water of the lake all the more dark and eerie.
By this time, there were already thick piles of animal carcasses by the lake, including those of large animals like deer, wild boars, and leopards.
At the bottom of the lake, Xuan Jie, who heard the Shrura Monk's mocking words, reflected on the incorrect demise of the creatures by the lake and a trace of unwillingness to accept this fate flashed across his face.
"Every living being has a destiny. Fellow Buddhists, though we employ this method to set the stage, the killing is too rampant; perhaps we could cease, if only for a moment."
Having heard his senior brother's words, Xuan Nan of Mount Daguangming couldn't help but nod in agreement.
