The chilling Qi Mechanism surged in all directions.
A hundred zhang away.
A monk clad in a kasaya, his appearance dignified, stood with his hands pressed together, slowly shaking his head and speaking, "Mr. Qin need not do this, this monk harbors no ill intent."
Qin Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he reached out with his right hand, the Ghost Head Greatsword had already fallen into his palm.
With his current perception of the Primordial Spirit, he hadn't even been able to detect when the other party had appeared!
It must be known that although a hundred zhang is far, for Martial Saints, it is almost as good as being face-to-face!
This monk... is very strong!
"Who are you?"
Qin Zheng locked onto the other party with his own Qi Mechanism and spoke cautiously.
The monk gave a slight bow and responded, "I am Fuxin of the Bodhi Institute, I have seen Mr. Qin."
Upon hearing this, Qin Zheng's pupils shrank slightly on the spot.
The Bodhi Institute...
