Qing Mu saw how earnest he was, with no sign of falsehood, and a powerful hope rose in his heart. Could Little Wang truly possess a heaven-defying method?
"What do you think would be the safest approach?" he asked cautiously.
Wang Xuan Thought for a Moment, then said, "Naturally, legends must become reality. Above, Transcendent Immortals shine upon the azure heavens; below, bodhisattvas turn their prayer wheels. Heavenly beings ride the cloud vapors, demonesses command flying dragons, fairies gather mulberry leaves at the crossroads—beneath the moon at Yaotai, they shall meet..."
He spoke with emotion, his thoughts drifting afar in longing. Then he let out a long sigh. The Transcendent Immortals and bodhisattvas had all become dust; even when traces of the real were occasionally found, they were nothing more than broken bones.
Qing Mu was getting swept up in it. Was this the manifestation of immortals and Buddhas, or the rampage of ghosts and monsters, with all demons dancing wildly? He felt rather shaken!
Especially when he remembered that the young man before him truly had a physique that attracted ghosts, his confidence immediately dwindled, and his scalp prickled badly.
Qing Mu seriously suspected that Little Wang was planning to send a pack of demonic creatures and monsters into Old Chen's body. But Old Chen was already on the verge of death. As the saying went, "An empty vessel cannot take nourishment"—could he bear it? Qing Mu's thoughts ran wild!
Wang Xuan was pondering how to keep himself out of it. After all, although Old Chen was lying flat, he was still the center of attention. Who knew how many pairs of eyes were watching him?
If Wang Xuan did not avoid suspicion and went directly to help, only for the dying Old Chen to revive because of