The Mystic Bird's eerie, vertical pupils narrowed slightly, taking on a hint of mockery.
The Charm Cultivator would never forget how, after he finished saying all that, the Saint Grade Spirit Beast who held his life in her hands gave a cold laugh and told him in a voice like the grim reapers coming to claim his soul, "It's fine. I only eat people I know."
The Charm Cultivator's heart went right along with those words.
Too terrifying. Far too terrifying.
Xu Ye listened, dumbstruck. This whole bunch of cultivators was unhinged. Even the Mystic Bird had been dragged down into the gutter. The only one there who seemed relatively respectable...
Seemed to be the young Master Mingkong from Fanyin Temple.
He was a renowned genius and the master of the Vajra Body Protection Divine Skill. Besides, Buddhist Cultivators were uniformly solemn and proper; he surely wouldn't pull any ridiculous stunts.
So, enduring the pain, Xu Ye edged closer to Mingkong. "Little Master, what's going on?"
"Why are your eyes always brimming with tears, benefactor?"
Mingkong lowered his eyes to meet Xu Ye's gaze, his brows furrowing with boundless compassion. His voice was clear and cool as a mountain spring. "If I were a little deer in the mountains, I'd surely die from the sorrow in your eyes."
After a pause, he added, "Why not gaze up at the starry sky with me and admire the rain-washed colors of Heaven Grade skies? Buddha said, who is whose cause, and who is whose effect? Cause and effect—ah, these mountains. Ah, these waters."
Xu Ye: Damn, can you speak like a normal person?
So that last bit about the mountains and waters, which didn't help at all, was just something you tacked on at random because you couldn't think of anything else,