He plopped down on a large rock and blurted out, "For such a petty figure, just smash him dead with a punch and be done with it. Why waste so much effort? It's better to give me that Corpse Fragrance so I can strengthen the military array and contend with those masters from the great families."
A sinister smile appeared on the face of Jialan Gunna, piled high with flab.
Behind him, as the array operated, two ancient trees that had been toppled suddenly turned into a white smoke and dispersed, then returned to their original places. The destruction caused by Jialan Gunna's arrival seemed as if it had never happened, profoundly mysterious.
"Of course, it's worth it," Bogavant said calmly, "He's the only variable in our mission this time. The Great Black Secret King has already perished, and the Hundred Buddha Temple has yet to find a successor for the Vajra Yaksha Ming King. I do not wish to repeat the mistakes of our predecessors."
"Caution is paramount in everything."
