"What nonsense... coming and going, truly utterly boring."
Yu Ci gave a dry, humorless chuckle, but his smile immediately faded as he watched the monk in the distance stagger to his feet, lifting his head to stare blankly at the dazzlingly starry night sky with a thoroughly bizarre expression.
"Master Zhengyan?"
Yu Ci tested the waters with a soft call, but perhaps due to his drained energy and weakness, there was no response from over there. After a brief thought, Yu Ci simply walked over, picking up the Yuan Suppressing Staff along the way. The mountain forest between the two of them had been ground open into a long, narrow path by the might of the Yuan Suppressing Staff, making the walk quite effortless.
At that moment, another muffled concussive boom echoed from afar. Gan Shizhen rarely pursued a matter with such relentless tenacity, but after this single blow, combat ceased entirely. Whether that tall, thin figure had died or fled was no longer of any concern to Yu Ci.
Before long, he reached the monk's side. Up close, Yu Ci felt all the more that the monk's demeanor was far from normal. It was as if something in the sky had sucked away his soul, leaving him completely unresponsive to Yu Ci, who stood merely inches away.
Yu Ci also observed the monk's spiritual state through his divine-intent starlight; his vitality was indeed severely damaged. Could he be suffering from some form of memory impairment? Frowning, he called out once more, "Master Zhengyan..."
"He once said that a Bodhisattva is this vast, endless night sky..."
It was a sentence without head or tail, yet the two words "Bodhisattva" caused Yu Ci to let out a surprised gasp. This time, Zhengyan finally turned his head, though he did not continue