Le Wen, wonderful.
"A venerable Buddhist monk, severing all affection and love." Qiong Luo looked at Jiuxiao. Her voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it brimmed with suppressed resentment, making one's eyes sting and tongue turn bitter just from hearing it.
Jiuxiao looked at Qiong Luo, hot tears once more streaming down his face. Yet the ebony staff in his hand slowly appeared before him, spiritual energy swirling around it, dense as water. It gradually solidified into a lampstand roughly ten feet tall, flowing with brilliant light and dazzling radiance.
"He's lighting it, he's lighting it! That bald thief is lighting the Buddha lamp!"
"Once this Buddha lamp is lit, hehe!"
"An ordinary bald donkey doesn't have the ability to light a Buddha lamp."
Although Ye Tian did not know what lighting a Buddha lamp meant, he could still glean some clues from the beasts' discussion. After the lamp was lit, the backlash Jiuxiao suffered would likely be anything but minor.
Yet Qiong Luo spoke again. "You needn't do this. With your abilities, turning me to ashes would take no more than a breath."
Jiuxiao said nothing. He merely continued urging the spiritual energy within him toward the lampstand. The lampstand changed from its initial yellow-green to emerald green, then to deep green.
By now, the original misty spiritual energy had condensed into spiritual liquid. Then, the spiritual liquid slowly gathered into spirit stones. The spirit stones gradually shifted from green to light green, even pale green, until sparkling points appeared in some of them, and the spirit stones began turning transparent.
As Ye Tian looked at the Buddha lamp before Jiuxiao, the pressure in his heart multiplied. His thirst for power once more filled every one of his plans.
Once the Buddha lamp had fully taken shape, Jiuxiao