The Buddha's Heart Passes on the Lamp: Wu Song Receives a Spirit Infusion, and the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

She was still just as gentle, just as calm.

Yet there was an unquestionable majesty in her voice.

Xiaoqing's enormous body suddenly stiffened, stopping dead in midair.

She turned her head, her enormous vertical pupils filled with unwillingness and grievance:

"Sister! Why aren't we chasing them?!

They're already at the end of their rope!

Those few broken ships can't withstand even one of my attacks!

As long as I catch up, I can swallow them all in a single bite!"

Bai Suzhen shook her head and withdrew the hand resting on Xiaoqing's head.

She stood atop the clouds, her white robes whiter than snow, the oil-paper umbrella in her hand tilted slightly.

Those beautiful eyes, seemingly able to see through all the vicissitudes of the world, gazed deeply at the few black specks gradually disappearing into the valleys to the northwest.

A rare trace of wariness flickered through her eyes.

"It's not that simple."

Bai Suzhen spoke softly, her tone solemn:

"There's a variable among them."

"A variable? Just because of those few people?

They were beaten into such a sorry state under your Water Floods Jinshan Temple. They're nothing but a rabble!"

Xiaoqing flicked her tongue disdainfully.

"You only saw their sorry state. You didn't see what they had beneath the surface."

Bai Suzhen sighed and slowly analyzed the situation:

"That young man leading them carries the aura of a 'king,' and he has clearly grown into a force to be reckoned with.

"And those two ancient war generals—their strength is clearly extraordinary.

"There are also two arhats, both top-tier combatants of the Buddhist faith.

"Especially that one-armed Wayfarer. He carries the aura of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's golden body.

"And that old Daoist actually obtained Medicine Master Bodhisattva's authority..."

The more Bai Suzhen spoke, the more deeply her brows furrowed: