Tonight, the moonlight was far from beautiful. Murky shadows fell across the towering monk, making Chen Ye's scalp tingle.
Chen Ye had imagined many scenarios in which he was caught, and he had prepared countless plans.
Nothing more than talking his way out, launching a sneak attack in secret, or refusing to yield and dying a swift death... Even though he had long considered that he might die at this man's hands, Chen Ye had never imagined it would feel like this when facing him in person.
The monk walked toward him, his figure crushing the moonlight beneath it. Chen Ye felt that he was no longer looking at a monk, but a walking natural disaster.
Like Mount Tai crashing down, or a tsunami sweeping in and blotting out the sky.
Eloquence, wit, ambition, character... before a natural disaster, all of it was useless.
Destruction came in an instant. No matter how brave you were, no matter how fiercely you struggled, it meant nothing before a natural disaster.
For the first time, Chen Ye felt so powerless. The sensation of having his life and death beyond his own control was so overwhelming that even the mind he had always taken pride in had lost its ability to think.
Only when the monk reached Chen Ye, pressed his palms together, and uttered, "Amitabha," did Chen Ye feel the pressure on him ease.
But before Chen Ye could do anything, Su Chunyi had already stepped in front of him out of habit.
Chen Ye gave a bitter smile. Death sooner or later was only a matter of moments; there was no need to hide behind Su Chunyi even in the final moment of his life.
Chen Ye slowly stepped past Su Chunyi, walked before the ragged monk, pressed his palms together, and