The volcanic ash trembles and falls.
He understands the value of this coral in his heart.
Even outside, it's possible to buy it for a price similar to that of a fourth-grade Grandmaster's Divine Weapon.
But ultimately, it's not something discovered by oneself. Worldly possessions should be overlooked, as it's the foundation of the Buddhist Sect's practice to break through illusions and attain freedom.
Master Liaohai's robe is reflected scarlet by the magma, his expression showing no signs of greed or anger.
He is not a reclusive Ascetic Monk in a mountain temple; he understands social dynamics.
Seeing Meng Chuan being polite, he also waved his hand, saying:
"No need, humble monk didn't exert much effort, it would be shameful to accept it."
"We've harvested plenty this time, I too borrowed some of Master Liaohai's luck."
"This..."
"Don't refuse, it's a command from the captain."
