Just as Xu Ziyan's heart trembled, Xu Taiping had already sunk his mind into his Sea of Consciousness and opened the Divine Soul Mark from the Lotus Eye's earlier divination.
Without a doubt, this was the best possible moment.
As the Divine Soul Mark opened, a clear image appeared in Xu Taiping's mind.
The scene revealed in that image was an eerie temple.
Then the image drew closer, finally settling on the courtyard outside a meditation room.
Within that courtyard, a seemingly kindly monk in black robes stood gazing up at a withered tree before him.
More precisely.
He was looking at the sole green leaf on that withered tree.
After gazing at the green leaf for a long time, the monk suddenly raised a palm upright and smiled, his eyes narrowing.
"When this last green leaf falls, my Buddha Fruit will ripen."
As he spoke, the monk reached out and grasped at the air, catching a yellow leaf in his hand.
At first, Xu Taiping paid little attention to that page, until the yellow leaf kept growing larger in his vision, revealing the densely packed words written upon it. Only then did he realize:
"The One-Leaf Book?!"
Never in his dreams had he imagined that after Sister Lingyue killed Old Daoist Mao with the Deity-Summoning Formation, his life-bound Divine Artifact, the One-Leaf Book, would turn up in Yellow Springs.
Just as shock filled Xu Taiping's heart, the old monk suddenly grasped at thin air again, catching a wisp of remnant soul and condensing it into a brush.
Then the remnant soul screamed:
"Mad Monk, I've helped you so many times already! Why won't you let me go?!"
Xu Taiping's heart tightened.
Although he had already suspected that this old monk was the Mad Monk, he still could not help