Buddha Son Yunchen's answer had been somewhat evasive. Yunxi felt she could piece together a short novel in her mind—the fated romance between an abstinent Buddha Son and a cold female cultivator.
Perhaps Yunxi's gaze had been too scorching. Buddha Son Yunchen lowered his eyes and recited a Buddhist title.
"Amitabha! Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; feeling, perception, volition, and consciousness are likewise so."
Yunxi felt that Buddha Son Yunchen was trying to muddle through it. With a rather sly grin, she said, "I understand that. Everything is illusion. Since it is illusion, why not resolve the obsession in True Lord Hanlian's heart? That would be an act of Merit as well."
Buddha Son Yunchen looked up and glared at Yunxi, making it clear that he did not want to speak. If not for the fact that she had just lent the two of them a hand, he would have wanted to beat her up.
Yunxi pursed her lips and chuckled. She somewhat understood why True Lord Hanlian cared so deeply about Buddha Son Yunchen. People with clear minds and steady emotions were always likable.
Before Yunxi had even put away her impish smile, she discovered that True Lord Hanlian's ice-glass eyes were fixed upon her.
She immediately cleared her throat and said solemnly, "Has True Lord Hanlian recovered?"
Han Lian nodded. "Let's move quickly!"
The three then rose and looked toward the Soul Devouring Bamboo outside the formation. Yunxi once more gripped the Nine Nether Underworld Dragon Umbrella and nodded to the other two before sweeping her sleeve and storing the formation disk in her Storage Ring.
Without the formation's protection, every bamboo leaf became exceptionally sharp, grinding toward the three like a meat grinder. Roots constantly burst from the ground, their contaminated brown tendrils swiftly wrapping around