"You didn't have to do this." The Severed Arm shook his head.
"The Buddhist Sect has fallen into such a state. This humble monk had no other choice." Ming'e smiled faintly. "Things have developed to the point where right and wrong no longer matter. There is one thing I wish to ask of you. I hope Alchemy King Lu can grant it if at all possible."
The Severed Arm fell silent. He naturally knew what Ming'e wanted. He still did not know how his true body or Lotus Avatar were faring, nor did he know what had become of Xiang Kuang, Du Fenghu, Pig Seven, and his other old acquaintances. For a moment, the Severed Arm found it difficult to promise Ming'e anything.
"Looks like Alchemy King Lu has his doubts as well. Forget it, forget it. All things are born and destroyed in the end. This humble monk is leaving." As soon as he finished speaking, Ming'e's head drooped, and that thread of life he had been maintaining faded away.
"I truly can't promise you anything. I'll see how things go." The Severed Arm let out a melancholy sigh before transforming into a streak of light and shooting through the air. Just as Ming'e had said, after the battle between the Chaotic Demon Domain and the Danzhu Buddhist Sect had reached this point, right and wrong no longer mattered much. Things had come this far; a victor and a loser had to be decided.
If he lost, what would become of his true body and Lotus Avatar? Su Qing had not hesitated to abandon herself and merge into the ant nest, while Luo Qian lay seriously wounded. Who would spare a thought for them? If the Buddhist Sect entered the Chaotic Demon Domain in force later, how would Xiang