Wen Zhiyi firmly knocked his head against the ground three times. "Please grant me this, Master. If I do nothing this time, I fear my Heart Demon will coil around me, leaving me beyond redemption for all eternity."
Master Yicheng let out a long sigh. "Very well. You truly are cut from the same cloth as your master. Back then, when he knelt and begged to leave, he looked just like you." Siren had still been young then. He had sincerely raised Chishan as Bitter Crossing Temple's successor, and Chishan had not disappointed his teachings in the slightest, becoming a renowned Buddhist Son of the Cultivation Realm. Yet later, through a cruel twist of fate, his cultivation went astray, and he had no choice but to join the Blissful Union Sect.
"Thank you for granting me this, Master." Wen Zhiyi had lost all of his former composure. He fiercely kowtowed three more times.
"However, entering the city now will likely not be easy. You know the Pill Formation has already broken. The demonic qi has not spread only because the three Divine Venerables are desperately holding it back. Though this old monk is the abbot of Bitter Crossing Temple, I have no standing to speak before those three." If it were only Martial Uncle Buddha Lotus, he could still plead his case. But he had little acquaintance with the other two.
Panic immediately surfaced on Wen Zhiyi's face, but before he could speak, Master Yicheng continued, "So you must wait. Wait until the Dragon Venerable of Yonglu Mountain arrives. Then you may have a sliver of a chance to enter the city."
Thus, Wen Zhiyi forced himself to wait outside the city. He did not know how long he waited. The anxiety in his heart made it impossible for him