"Amitabha."
Under Lu Yang's gaze, the red-lipped, white-toothed youth smiled faintly. Then he pressed his palms together, golden light shining from his eyes as he stared straight at Lu Yang.
"Benefactor, your talent is truly outstanding. This humble monk is greatly delighted."
".A Buddhist Cultivator?"
Lu Yang raised an eyebrow. He had heard Chen Xin'an say that there were no Buddhist Cultivators in Jiangnan or Jiangbei. Even if there were, they were rogue cultivators like Ming Chan had been.
True Buddhist Cultivators were all in Jiangxi.
What they cultivated was not the "Path of Refining Form and Ascension," but the "Path of Profound Joy and Nirvana." It was said to possess mysteries of its own, utterly different from Jiangnan and Jiangbei.
Especially the Coiling Dragon True Person before him. His cultivation was comparable to the Peak Master of Heaven Mending's, yet unlike the latter, who had been slashed by Golden Core Sword Qi, his spirit and flesh were both whole. He was at the height of his power, his aura encompassing the universe, vast and mighty as the heavens. Lu Yang immediately understood why the Peak Master of Heaven Mending had been so stifled before.
"This humble monk is Fulong."
The youth exhaled and spoke, saying mildly, "Coiling Dragon has entered Nirvana, reborn in the Pure Land. All the affairs of his former life have nothing to do with this humble monk any longer. There is only Fulong in this world."
Lu Yang remained equally calm. "Then, Senior Fulong, why have you come to find me at this time?"
Even as he spoke, he continued laying his Dao Foundation, only to discover that the Dao Foundation which had been so easy to build moments ago had now become as difficult as trudging beneath a crushing burden.
'.That dragon?'
Lu Yang's