Thunderstruck

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan's confusion, Luo Yunji quietly explained what had happened over the past few days in his ear. After hearing him out, Zhang Xiaofan bowed to Divine Monk Puhong once more. "Thank you for your help, Divine Monk! I'm deeply grateful!"

"It's nothing. This is your own opportunity and good fortune; it has nothing to do with this poor monk!" Divine Monk Puhong shook his head, his expression kindly.

"As for the Bloodthirsty Orb, this junior thinks it's pretty good! Otherwise, how could we live up to that old Poison God's assessment of the few of us fellow disciples?" Zhang Xiaofan had long since come to regard the Fire Poker as part of himself. He didn't care in the slightest that it was an evil magical treasure.

"Blood winds and rains, Poison Wood Vine. Ghost Umbrella, shrouded in gloom—lament the fate of Heaven!" Puhong smiled as he recited Poison God's appraisal of Zhang Xiaofan and his fellow disciples.

"You honor me with your praise, Divine Monk!" Zhang Xiaofan bowed respectfully once more.

Yet as the group chatted and laughed, the Heavenly Book characters appearing on the Jade Wall began to stir. They drifted slowly like little fish in a stream, chasing and frolicking with one another. The movement was so subtle that no one noticed it at first.

But as the Jade Wall gradually glowed with pure Buddhist light and shone toward the opposite side, the Fire Poker tied at Zhang Xiaofan's waist suddenly floated into the air of its own accord, out of control, hovering in midair before the center of the Jade Wall.

The Demon-Subduing Array had already stopped, but now Buddhist chants rang out once more. Following the sound, they soon discovered it was coming from the Jade Wall. Zhang Xiaofan wasn't the only one astonished;