On the White Jade Lotus Seat, a crowd of virtuous high monks transformed into white bones, even Qinglong Temple appeared desolate at this moment, with scattered petals turning into the bleakness of late autumn.
However, just then, everything around suddenly froze, not like a frozen image, but more akin to a reshaping of time. Of course, this is not the real world, and Seven did not traverse time and space; everyone's connection seemed more like a fleeting bond.
Seven seemed not at all surprised by this change; he just calmly looked at the figure seated at the leading position by the blue stone table.
The flesh of the skeleton started to reshape, along with the skeleton with a cherry blossom on its forehead.
The former was Monk Huiguo, the latter was Monk Konghai.
Monk Konghai remained motionless there, seemed completely oblivious to everything around him, but Monk Huiguo slowly rose after his body and flesh restored, walking towards Seven.
"You are being a bit too hasty."
