Burning Flowers, Swaying Moon, Asking About the Past - A Lotus Planted in Fire Is Only a Short-Lived Flower

Just as the standoff in the dark peach grove reached an impasse, those two remarks suddenly sounded from outside, leaving everyone exchanging bewildered glances. Unlike Zou Yanzhao and the others from the Zhurong Gate, Monk Golden Bowl paused only briefly before abruptly springing into the air, brushing past branches and leaves as he flew out of the grove.

Once outside, Monk Golden Bowl took one look and nearly burst his lungs with rage:

The little girl her brother had just scolded was scampering off to one side, where she tossed his precious golden bowl, now utterly dull and lusterless, beside the road like a worn-out shoe!

-As it turned out, the little girl had already forgotten where she had picked up the bowl.

The sight filled Monk Golden Bowl with both shock and fury. He was furious that these youngsters, ignorant of the heights of heaven and the depths of earth, had so little discernment that they kept calling his sect's supreme treasure a broken bowl. What shocked him was that the Golden Notched Soul-Locking Bowl was no ordinary enchanted treasure; ordinary people could not even approach it. Yet today, while it hovered in midair at the very height of its power, this little girl of unknown origins had snatched it away without a sound!

Could these people have come deliberately to disrupt our plans?

Concern threw his judgment into confusion, and suspicion conjured lurking ghosts. Watching the words and actions of the young pair before him, the Golden Bowl Master immediately associated them with the Zhurong Gate. There was no time to waste. Just as the girl set the golden bowl among the roadside weeds, Monk Golden Bowl called out. With a whoosh, he sent his sect's treasure into the air again.

Seeing the golden bowl once more blazing