Both parties had reached the most critical moment, the green snake was immobilized, and the lives of the five elderly monks hung by a thread.
Chu Dazhuang was also observing from a distance; the Eight Treasures Kasaya had long since dissipated and returned to the Scripture Pavilion.
The five elderly monks sat cross-legged on the ground, spitting blood ceaselessly. After a long while, Chu Dazhuang, who had been watching all along, took notice of the state of both sides and finally revealed himself.
The weak green snake had already transformed into a frail human figure, clutching her chest while leaning on a qing-colored sword for support, her eyes filled with pain.
With the appearance of Chu Dazhuang, the focus of everyone shifted to him; momentarily, all eyes were on Chu Dazhuang.
The several monks seemed as if they had seen their last hope.
"Benefactor!"
