Just as those words fell, Ouyang suddenly felt as though a stream of water was moving inside him.
Drip!
A warm drop of true essence fell into his Dantian, sending ripples across it.
Ouyang froze for a moment. Though it was faint, he could feel something quietly draining away inside his body.
The sensation was subtle. What he was losing instead made his mind grow increasingly calm.
Clad in blue-green robes, Ouyang seemed to suddenly understand something. He straightened slightly and flung the sleeves gathered before his hands behind him without restraint.
"Though I don't know what the old man is plotting, today I'll see whether his plans match what I have in mind." A smile touched Ouyang's lips, yet there was an inexplicably ethereal air about him.
In Hui Zhi's eyes, Ouyang beside him seemed to have changed.
In an instant, he had gone from a grinning little hooligan to a sage, or perhaps an Immortal presiding over a chessboard.
"What? What's with that look?" Ouyang glanced at Hui Zhi, his voice fading as he spoke.
"I keep feeling that you've changed somehow, benefactor, but this humble monk isn't quite sure what exactly you've figured out," Hui Zhi said honestly.
With his cheeky grin put away, Ouyang gave Hui Zhi a powerful sense of pressure.
That pressure was not overbearing, yet it made Hui Zhi feel convinced and obedient deep within his mind.
Ouyang, however, paid Hui Zhi no attention and instead looked toward the endless Sea of Flowers.
"Monk, since this place is called the Nine Hells, it should naturally also be the Underworld where ghosts reside, shouldn't it?" Ouyang asked quietly.
Hui Zhi softly invoked the Buddha's name and answered truthfully, "The Underworld you speak of, benefactor, is merely the Mortal World's way of describing reincarnation. Still,