Compared to everyone else's excitement.
Abbot Wangyou's heart, however, was being battered by a storm.
Wangchi was dead?
The corner of his eye twitched, and the hand hidden in his sleeve trembled uncontrollably.
He knew Wangchi's strength all too well.
Not only had he been at the Ink-Dotting stage for years, he also possessed the Immortal-Burial Secret Technique.
Even if he couldn't win, escaping should have been no problem.
And yet now—
Without even making a ripple, his head had been hung on the gates of Liangzhou City?
The ambition that had swelled after he entered the Ink-Dotting stage—
Faced with this news—
Instantly deflated like a punctured pig's bladder.
Even if the Longyou Regional Command seemed to be in decline,
a rotten ship still had three pounds of nails, let alone one backed by the behemoth that was the Great Tang.
If it were truly that easy to handle, how could it possibly keep the Longyou region in check?
Wangyou drew a deep breath.
If the other side could kill Wangchi, then they could kill him, Wangyou, too.
Now he had mastered the Immortal-Burial Secret Technique.
With this means of seizing the Creator's wonders—
As long as he was given time, the Treasure Monastery would be able to produce Ink-Dotting martial artists by the batch.
Perhaps even... Lotus-Planting wouldn't be impossible!
Even if it took a hundred years, he could afford to wait.
Why fight over a moment's anger and let the Great Path of Longevity he'd just obtained perish here?
At that thought,
the young, handsome face of Wangyou instantly took on a look of compassionate concern.
He pressed his palms together and softly chanted a Buddhist invocation.
"Benevolent, benevolent."
Wangyou stepped forward slowly, passed the others, and stood at the very front of the Mountain Gate.
"Honorable