Yuan Ye's gaze could not be called either kind or cruel.
Jiang Wang could feel no emotion in His eyes.
To this Worldly Deity, the tiny Bao Xuanjing was nothing more than grass and trees.
To protect Bao Xuanjing, the Celestial-Human Dharma Body spoke: "Little Friend Xuanjing, what Dao do you seek in coming to the Heavenly Palace?"
Let that matter pass. On to the next question!
Bao Xuanjing first went, "Oh!" then scrambled to his feet. Boldly, he looked at Jiang Wang. "My grandfather always tells me, 'Open your eyes, and be curious about everything'—Friend Jiang, I want to know: what is the light dripping from Friend Yuan Ye?"
He still had to ask.
It also suited the bearing of a genius child.
The Dao lay in innocence!
Jiang Wang said, "Yuan Ye is a child of divine mandate, a sacrificial priest of He State's divine temple. At this moment, the Original Heavenly God has descended into him. This body probably cannot bear it—you are seeing Yuan Ye's own spirituality collapsing. Yuan Ye is already dead. Now, it seems his body will not hold out much longer either."
The Celestial-Human Dharma Body did not conceal matters for the Original Heavenly God, just as he did not hide the information he had obtained from the Celestial-Human.
Yuan Ye was expressionless.
Bao Xuanjing opened his mouth, standing there in some surprise and some fear.
Yet inwardly, he was immensely satisfied.
His gaze passed over Yuzhen, the nun seated diagonally before him, and settled on Jiang Wang sitting there.
The former White Bone Saintess, and the only regret of the White Bone Dao Fetus, were both within his sight.
He felt that his gaze was like a longsword, capable of piercing through those two with ease—if this were somewhere else, rather than