"Please, kind benefactor, take this humble monk to meet Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian."
Nangong Wumeng spoke softly: "...Master, please."
The old monk, glowing with a glazed light all over, rose, gently extending his hand to caress the huge coffin, and softly said: "I'm back..." He hoisted the coffin on his back, and suddenly his steps became swift and light again.
Moving as fast as flying, Stick Monk Thirteen walked silently beside the old monk, holding a long staff in one hand. Meanwhile, in Anxi City, Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian received the news from a ranger. The ranger stammered: "I, I don't know."
"We all heard from Changfeng Building. If you, you think it's fake..."
"Go to Changfeng Building, then!"
Changfeng Building...
Li Guanyi suddenly realized Changfeng Building was spreading some originally sealed-off news through the mouths of the crowd. Chen Wenmian staggered to his feet and said: "Did the monk succeed?!"
The ranger nearly burst into tears: "I, I don't know."
