The fierce wind howled, bursting like thunder and stirring wave after wave of turbulence as the grass rolled like green surf.
A bald monk in moon-white robes tapped the ground, and spotless white lotus flowers bloomed beneath his feet, their fragrance drifting for hundreds of meters. In that dizzying, dreamlike moment, they bore his body forward for dozens of zhang. His lightness technique was none other than Step by Step Lotus Bloom, an unparalleled secret art passed down directly by the Buddhist sect.
He had a square face and large ears, rosy cheeks, and eyes like pearls and jade, bright enough to shine upon others, revealing his extraordinary nature.
With every breath, his inner and outer energies had already become one. From within him surged the majestic force of the Yangtze striking its banks and mighty rivers crashing through cliffs—a sign that both his body and true qi had been cultivated to an incomparably formidable realm.
"Senior Brother, seventy years of acquaintance, understanding, and brotherhood could not compare to half a day with some outsider monk. I will make you understand that handing the Pure World Buddha Disc and the original relic to Yuanbao was the greatest mistake of your life."
His movement technique grew ever swifter, while the bitterness buried in his heart grew ever denser. Eight Leaves truly could not understand it. Given the circumstances at the time, aside from passing the position of Kasyapa Venerable to him and giving him the Pure World Buddha Disc, how could there possibly have been any unexpected turn of events?
He had also examined that little monk Yuanbao's natural endowment. He indeed possessed a Buddhist heart and wise eyes, simple and pure as jade. But were people like that truly so rare in this world? Why entrust such a heavy responsibility