After feeding the koi, Wen Zhongyuan picked up a pair of scissors to trim the bonsai nearby, a picture of leisurely contentment. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a fire engine and couldn't help but look towards the direction of the teahouse where Tang Ye and the Ancient Buddha had just fought, frowning slightly.
At that moment, a blood-colored pebble flew towards him and hovered in front of his face. He wasn't surprised by this strange occurrence, for his master was a Daoist sage who had witnessed far too many mystical events. He had learned his formidable heart-nurturing skills from that very Daoist sage.
Wen Zhongyuan reached out and grabbed the blood-colored pebble, his body shuddering suddenly, and then he closed his eyes and shook his head, somewhat akin to absorbing some kind of mystical power.
That blood-colored pebble was, in fact, the relic that the Ancient Buddha had transformed into.
