"I have to say, your decisiveness has saved Luo quite a bit of trouble."
Looking at Bi Yuan's Nascent Soul, which had just been spat out by the Three-legged Black Crow, Luo Hong said in a good mood.
After all, if these Pure Land Sect elders had been determined to flee, he could only have pursued them selectively. He would not have been able to catch them all in one sweep as he had now.
"Amitabha! Benefactor Luo, you first destroyed the Cultivation Family supported by our sect, and our sect only sent people to investigate afterward. Even if Junior Brother Bi Xin offended you in Guangnan Prefecture, it was his personal doing and not at our sect's instruction.
"By now, Junior Brother Bi Xin has presumably perished as well. Why must Benefactor Luo be so insistent on revenge?"
Trapped within the Black Crow True Flame, Bi Yuan's Nascent Soul sat cross-legged in midair. Though facing imminent death, he showed none of the usual madness, speaking without joy or sorrow.
"Hehe, you monks really are quite capable. No wonder you became a core elder of the Pure Land Sect.
"You're right. Luo bears no deep personal grudge against your Pure Land Sect."
Luo Hong was somewhat surprised upon hearing this. Although this monk's worldview had also been twisted, his ability to remain so calm amid the great terror between life and death was still admirable.
"If that is so, why is Benefactor Luo pressing us so relentlessly, even intending to kill your way up to our sect's Holy Mountain?
"Forgive this humble monk for speaking directly, but although Benefactor Luo's divine abilities are unmatched and far exceed those of ordinary Late-stage Great Cultivators, the Pure Land Sect has been passed down since antiquity and possesses incomparably deep foundations. Even Deity