Yang An had fought this man before and remembered him well.
This was the only person in Great Virtue Temple who had escaped from his hands.
But Yang An had never imagined that the back of this man's head, which had not yet fully formed before, would now look so much like Haishu.
Could it be... Haishu's illegitimate son?!
A bold thought leaped through Yang An's mind like a whale breaching from the sea, only to sink again at once.
Impossible. If even a dignified Great Virtue Temple Bodhisattva did such things, it would be downright absurd.
Besides, once one stepped onto the path of cultivation, other than mortals, just what sort of creatures could one even come into contact with?
Yang An could well understand the cultivators of this world. No one wanted their partner to suddenly transform or suffer a backlash right in the middle of intimacy.
That left only one explanation.
This man was inherently connected to Bodhisattva Haishu!
Yang An suddenly recalled an abbot's avatar he had encountered within the ancient treasury of Xi Yue River. That monk, named Delan, had used an avatar to cast the Great Bright Buddha Golden Zen Curse, thereby evading the price of light-based techniques.
This guy...
While Yang An was still speculating inwardly, the ugly man speeding toward them had stopped a hundred meters away from Yang An and the other man, glaring covetously at Yang An.
Yes, it was that featureless face looking at Yang An, yet Yang An could distinctly feel himself being watched—and there was even a trace of... bone-deep dread.
That should not have been the case.
This man's cultivation was the same as his, both at the early Zombie God stage. Why did he make Yang An feel this way?
Could it be because of