Another desolate voice came from the corner. "In the state you're in, what difference is there between life and death?" Yuanmu's figure appeared in the southeastern corner. Both men had been so intent on their life-and-death struggle that neither had noticed when he arrived.
Living Buddha Jialuo sighed deeply. "Grand-Martial Uncle, it's you." Although he belonged to the Ming generation at the Heavenly Dragon Temple, Yuanmu had taken a liking to his intelligence and kept him at his side since childhood. Most of his skills had come from Yuanmu's instruction. Though they had never formally called themselves master and disciple, that was what they truly were. Minghui could be called the disciple Yuanmu had loved most in his life, and also the one who had caused him the greatest sorrow over the years. He had always believed Minghui had been ensnared by love and killed by Ling Jiazi, and had even resented her for it. For an enlightened monk like him, how could such turbulent emotions have arisen unless his pain had reached its utmost depths? Now he saw that his prized pupil, a genius the Heavenly Dragon Temple might encounter only once in a century, was still alive-and living freely as the Living Buddha of the Brahma Sound Temple. A hundred feelings crowded his heart, and he could not tell whether he felt joy or anger.
Yuanmu stood quietly where he was, without moving forward. Though he could not see the two men exchanging blows, he could already sense the tremendous power emanating from Ji Feihua and Minghui. Ji Feihua's power blanketed heaven and earth, with a force that embraced all things, while Minghui possessed the wondrous ability of Star Shift, reversing heaven and earth. Both were extraordinary geniuses rarely seen in any age, and both had brought their