Powerful figures from all directions had rushed over after hearing the news.
From mortals at the Nascent Soul Stage to Ancient Immortals, every sort of person was present. After all, a battle between Sages was a rare sight.
In a mountain hollow stood more than a dozen bald monks. The monks kept a low profile, but this group was far from ordinary. At the very least, no one from any direction dared provoke them, and everyone kept their distance.
The two monks at the head formed a striking contrast, one fat and one thin.
The fat one had his chest and breasts bare, inspiring an inexplicable sense of exhilaration at a glance, while the thin one wore a kasaya and was proper and restrained.
"Burning Lamp, is the one at the mountain peak Zhong Shan?" the fat monk asked with a smile.
The thin one was Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha. After everyone from Burning Lamp Dao Field had vanished, he had actually rushed here.
Burning Lamp glanced at the mountaintop again, still shaken to the core. Zhong Shan?
"Don't worry. This isn't the Wind Tomb Territory anymore. No matter how strong Zhong Shan is, he can't overcome my Great Thunderclap Temple. What? Do you want to avenge the grudge of old?" the fat monk asked with a smile.
Burning Lamp looked at Zhong Shan in the distance, a chill surging through his heart.
He shook his head. "I appreciate Maitreya's kindness, but I've no wish to trouble Zhong Shan again. Let this karma drift away with the wind."
Had Burning Lamp really dared not try again? The last Blue Light had tormented him enough. Because he had prior experience, he had escaped disaster time and again. Even so, he had been a breath away from death. Only today had the