The Hanging Temple hung high above the clouds, with an expanse of white below.
The magnificent Hanging Temple bore a faint air of ethereal transcendence, shrouded in golden Buddhist light.
A temple bell rang, stirring a wave of meditative serenity.
Three transcendent figures descended upon the Hanging Temple and immediately saw Kuye keeping watch outside the Buddhist hall.
Kuye sat cross-legged in meditation outside the hall, gently turning prayer beads in his hand as he calmly regarded the three arrivals...
Half a year had passed, yet Kuye remained just as he had been.
The three Sages before him, from Saddle Mountain, the Yan Household, and Qingliang River, however, seemed to have aged considerably.
It seemed they had had little lifespan remaining to begin with, and their last venture to seize the Emperor had consumed still more of their vitality.
The Sage of Saddle Mountain wore an azure robe, with a long rolled painting strapped to his back.
The Yan Household's Sage was an elderly woman dressed in a plain gown, holding a Brocade Parasol.
The Sage from Qingliang River seemed already in the twilight of his years, his white hair fluttering.
"Revered Master, Su Eternal Life is in your Hanging Temple, isn't he?" the elderly Sage of Saddle Mountain asked calmly as he looked at Kuye.
Kuye shook his head and slowly rose. "Amitabha. Buddha Child Eternal Life left two days ago."
Eternal Life... Buddha Child!
That was how Kuye addressed Su Mo, as though his identity as Emperor of the world mattered less in Kuye's eyes than that of Buddha Child...
"Doesn't your Buddhist Sect forbid falsehoods? We know he's in the Hanging Temple. Hand him over to us."
The elderly female Sage of the Yan Household spoke slowly.
"Rest assured, Revered Master. We only wish to borrow his