After Little Round finished speaking, she waited quietly for two seconds, then gripped the doorknob and gently turned it.
The scene before her changed accordingly. In a ripple-like distortion, the hotel corridor transformed into an ancient, solemn Buddhist hall. The towering Buddha statue held a flower and lowered its gaze, its eyes seeming half-closed and half-open—both compassionate and fierce.
Little Round carefully examined the Buddha statue, then quietly withdrew her gaze.
The Buddhist temple was an illusion, one born from Master Wuhen's heart. It did not truly exist.
That Buddha statue, at once compassionate and fierce, was a manifestation of Master Wuhen's inner self. He had conjured this Buddhist temple and trapped himself within it.
The statue represented Master Wuhen's heart. As long as it did not move, Master Wuhen would not lose control.
The day the statue lost its compassion and became a wrathful vajra would be proof that Master Wuhen could no longer restrain the killing intent in his heart.
"Master Wuhen, Yuanshi Tianzun has already helped Kou Beiyue take revenge. This child has settled the matters of his past and wishes to return to your side to cultivate anew," Little Round said earnestly. "Please accept him."
The Buddhist hall was silent. The figure in blue remained motionless. More than ten seconds passed before Master Wuhen's tightly suppressed voice echoed through the hall:
"Only this once!"
Relieved, Little Round said happily, "Yes!"
She hurriedly lowered her head, pressed her palms together, and bowed to the Buddha statue.
Just as she was about to leave the Buddhist hall, that deep, pained voice echoed again:
"Have Yuanshi Tianzun help search for Evil Profession practitioners who still harbor kindness in their hearts."
Such an important matter was being entrusted to Yuanshi Tianzun? Master Wuhen had completely acknowledged him? Little Round froze,