Master Hui Ze, who practiced thirty years of silent meditation, was defeated, but aside from Monk Konghai, whose eyes were covered by cherry blossoms, all the other monks on the scene witnessed the entire ordeal. Although their feelings weren't as profound and direct as Master Hui Ze's, the sense of immense terror remained vividly clear.
Forcibly... erased!
This is a method and conclusion that would make even great virtuous monks tremble.
"The second round," Monk Seven reminded.
"I shall go,"
Monk Huiying stepped forward. He was the direct spiritual ancestor of Seven. At this moment, one of the Buddha Beads in Seven's hands was also his relic. It was fitting and legitimate for him to debate Buddha with Seven.
"Please enlighten me,"
Perhaps having recently reminisced about his childhood growth, Seven's mood was somewhat subdued. Of course, this made him enter the state earlier.
What has been lost is lost. One must seize what one can grasp now.
