The enchantment cast over the small pond disintegrated into a flurry of scattered lights.
The old monk, from his superior position, looked down at the White Snake with an inexplicable expression.
Similarly, the White Snake held its body upright, staring defiantly at the old monk. However, its gaze wasn't entirely hostile; there was an indescribable nuance.
In any case, the two figures appeared infinitely complex at that moment.
Xu Fan watched them from afar, neither approaching nor issuing commands to the White Snake.
Given that the White Snake was close to the old monk's level of strength, Xu Fan believed it already knew what to do.
After a long silence, the old monk spoke first, his face a mix of resentment and a greater degree of disdain, "Hehe, is this what you steadfastly believe in? Sealed here for a thousand years for your conviction! Bearing endless loneliness! Now… have you regretted it?"
