A dragon hide of the immortal-god rank, used to make a single kasaya—such extravagance was truly rather outrageous.
At this moment, Water Moon Monk, clutching this dragon-hide kasaya in his hands, felt more than a little shaken.
His true self was a Manifestation-level figure like He Ping. A mere Buddhist treasure kasaya made from dragon hide would not have been enough to alarm this Stealing Heaven Puppet. The crucial point was that this thing had been flayed from an immortal-god-rank flood dragon.
Just think about it—unless Ai Hui Lianhuasheng had gone mad, there had to be some profound intent behind refining such a kasaya.
Otherwise, if word got out that Venerable Subduing Dragon King's hide had been flayed, it would, nine times out of ten, utterly offend the many flood dragons of the Abyssal Realm.
One had to know that suppressing this flood-dragon king of the flood-dragon race was not much of a problem.
After all, this old flood-dragon king had offended the Flood Dragon Demon Great Sage back then, which was why he had been expelled from the Abyssal Realm.
To put it dramatically, Venerable Subduing Dragon King was more or less a "criminal flood dragon," one who had committed a transgression and been cast out by his own clan.
Yet desecrating the dragon body of this flood-dragon king—an immortal-god-rank powerhouse, no less—was clearly a matter of publicly humiliating the Earth Wyrm Clan of the Abyssal Realm.
If it truly provoked the Flood Dragon Demon Great Sage's wrath as well, the Buddhist sects of the Western Regions might not be able to withstand the towering fury of the Abyssal Realm's foremost expert.
"Ai Hui Lianhuasheng really has some nerve!"
He Ping's true self also knew how serious this matter was. He immediately summoned Little Stone Buddha, who had slept