Qing Shan said, "The Book Mountain Realm has suffered severe damage, and the news of the Book Sage's death is bound to spread, inevitably more Saints will come to cause trouble. Stowing everything away is the best option."
Tang Sanzang stroked his chin, "More Saints causing trouble... um..."
It seemed he was brewing some sort of mischief again.
Tang Sanzang suddenly turned around and asked everyone, "Uh... does many people know about the Painting Saint's death?"
Everyone collectively shook their heads. How could other people possibly know of the Saint's death so soon?
Tang Sanzang nodded with satisfaction, smiled, and then shouted at the top of his lungs, "The Painting Saint is dead! Just died! Still warm!"
His roar, powered by all his strength, directly dispersed the Chaos Qi within thirty million miles, and his voice travelled even further...
The shock nearly brought several Saints to their knees, clutching their heads and almost crying from the pain.
