"Heavenly Monk!"
Jiang Dali looked at the half-tattered painting drifting through the air. The Heavenly Monk in the painting wore a sorrowful expression, yet no red glow representing hostility appeared. His eyes flickered with curiosity as he said, "I never expected your primordial spirit to have yet to dissipate. Could it be that, with your current abilities, you still intend to use that Buddhist artifact within Leifeng Pagoda against me?"
The moment he finished speaking, Wanwan and Dongfang Bubai had both locked their auras onto the Heavenly Monk in the painting, ready to strike at any time.
The Heavenly Monk's portrait fluttered in the air as though stirred by a wind, yet did not fall. In an aged voice projected through the power of his primordial spirit, he softly recited a Buddhist invocation. "Among all sins, killing karma is the gravest. Among all merits, sparing life is foremost. People possess neither good nor evil; good and evil reside in one's heart.
"Benefactor Jiang, you are a passionate and heroic man. You care little for worldly conventions, act as you please, and live uninhibitedly. Yet Shi Feixuan's granddisciple acknowledged you, and you just released that suffering person. That was an act of merit.
"As for Di Ni... sigh, even this old monk has moments when he misjudges people."
"Oh?"
Jiang Dali sneered. "Heavenly Monk, I thought you were an enlightened monk, unafraid of death or strength. I never expected that, in order to preserve your primordial spirit, you would now say such insincere words to me. This chieftain slaughtered every expert of your Jingnian Zen Sect, yet you now wear such an open-minded expression and acknowledge me so readily? What a joke."
The Heavenly Monk sighed. "Fate is forged by oneself, appearances arise from the heart. All things in this world