"Who exactly are you? Senior Luo, or the Wandering Buddhist Monk of the Stupa?" Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes and asked bluntly. He was genuinely shaken to the core. Back then, Luo Zhongting had staked everything on entering the Wandering Buddhist Monk of the Stupa's skeleton with his Primordial Spirit. Since Lu Xiaotian had yet to cultivate the Misty Sword Art, he had been hunted by the Sword Qi split from the Misty Sword Embryo. At the critical moment, when danger had been imminent, the Puppet Doll had blocked a fatal blow for him, allowing him to escape the Misty Hall by sheer luck.
"It is me, and it is not me. Or perhaps we are both." A look of confusion spread across the pale-gold skeleton's face as it shifted repeatedly between Luo Zhongting and the Wandering Buddhist Monk of the Stupa.
"I never imagined Senior would truly achieve what you wished for. Then allow me to congratulate you. I still have important matters to attend to."
"Since I came to stop you, naturally I do not want you to join up with the Qin clan." Luo Zhongting's eyes gleamed with amusement.
"Father, why? Could it be that you and the ghost clan..." Luo Ping'er glared furiously at Luo Zhongting. "Father, how could you get mixed up with the ghost clan?"
"The Heavenly Origin Four Gates have already undergone some changes. The Purple-Scale Ghost Lord possesses heaven-reaching ghostly power. If he opens the Ghost Origin Gate, my chances of leaving this realm will increase considerably. Besides, given my current state, apart from the Ghost Origin Gate, it seems there is no other route I can take." Luo Zhongting shook his head. "Ping'er, I came here for two reasons. First, to stop Little Friend Lu. Second, to take you away."
"No,