Fish Dead, Net Broken?

Compared to everyone's excitement.

Abbot Wangyou's heart was in a stormy sea.

Wangchi was dead?

The corner of his eye twitched slightly, and the hand hidden within his sleeve trembled uncontrollably.

He knew Wangchi's strength all too well.

Not only had he entered the Ink-Point Realm many years ago, but he also possessed the Immortal-Burying Secret Art.

Even if he could not win, escaping should never have been a problem.

Yet now—

Before he could even make a splash, his head had been hung from Liangzhou City's gate?

The ambition that had swelled after entering the Ink-Point Realm—

Before this news—

Deflated at once like a pig's bladder pricked by a needle.

Even if the Longyou Commandery appeared to be in decline—

A rotten ship still had three pounds of nails, let alone one backed by the colossal Great Tang.

If it were truly so easy to manipulate, how could it hold down the lands of Longyou?

Wangyou drew a deep breath.

Since the other side could kill Wangchi, they could kill Wangyou as well.

Now that he had mastered the Immortal-Burying Secret Art—

With this heaven-and-earth-defying method—

So long as he was given time, Baosha Temple could mass-produce Ink-Point Realm martial artists in the future.

Perhaps even... Lotus-Seeding Realm experts were not impossible!

Even if it took a hundred years, he could afford to wait now.

Why contend over a moment's anger and bury the great path to immortality he had only just obtained here?

At this thought—

Wangyou's youthful, handsome face instantly took on an expression of compassion for all living things.

He pressed his palms together and softly chanted a Buddhist invocation.

"Amitabha, amitabha."

Wangyou slowly stepped forward, passed the others, and stood at the very front of the mountain gate.

"Gentlemen."

"This humble monk has just