Chan'er naturally traveled with Bai Xiaotian aboard the flying boat. After recuperating over these past days, he had fully recovered physically, though he still looked somewhat unwell in spirit.
He had never gone into detail with Shen Luo and the others about what had happened during those three days of helping Zhanguo untie the knots in his heart. In truth, aside from chanting the Clear Mind Mantra, he had also debated Zhanguo whenever Zhanguo briefly regained consciousness.
Zhanguo's attainments in Buddhist teachings far exceeded his imagination. Though Chan'er had ultimately won the debate, it had nonetheless been an enormous trial for his mind.
In the end, Chan'er had only managed to completely awaken Zhanguo by repeatedly communicating with the sarira left behind by his past life and drawing upon its power.
"Benefactor Bai, have you seen Zhanguo since that day?" Chan'er, seated cross-legged behind Bai Xiaotian, suddenly asked.
"No. Apparently, someone saw him leaving through the city gates that day. Many people guessed that he had returned to his homeland to atone for his sins. In any case, no one has seen him since then," Bai Xiaotian said.
"What is it, Master Chan'er? Do you still need something from him?" Shen Luo asked curiously.
"It is nothing. I simply felt that after helping him that day, there were still some Zen principles I had not fully explained. It is difficult not to feel somewhat unsettled," Chan'er said.
"Master Chan'er, you need not dwell on it too much. I heard that when Zhanguo left the city that day, he had cleaned himself up and wore a smile of liberation on his face. Clearly, you already helped him escape the sea of suffering," Shen Luo comforted him.
Upon hearing this, Chan'er nodded and said nothing more.
Before long, the group flew over