Ouyang stood where he was, holding a Tang Dao. Behind him, Hui Zhi gently cradled an injured Big White Radish in his kasaya.
Ouyang, cold and ruthless in his killing; Hui Zhi, kind-eyed and benevolent; and the white radish, which did not even dare cry.
It looked as though Ouyang and Hui Zhi had just rescued the innocent white radish from demons after a great battle-if the two of them had not personally tormented it into this state!
A small rise appeared before them. Perhaps because the white radish in Hui Zhi's arms had just drawn on the power of this Sea of Flowers of the Flower of the Other Shore to attack Ouyang, the surroundings had become utterly barren.
Heaven and earth had therefore turned a murky yellow again. Unlike when they first arrived, broken branches and withered leaves danced through the sky amid the endless yellow sand.
Held fast in Hui Zhi's hands, the white radish could not move a muscle. The Flower of the Other Shore's flower spirit discovered to its horror that, seemingly because Hui Zhi had swallowed one of its arms, its source power was flowing into him without cease.
If this was not stopped, this kind-looking bald monk before it would sooner or later replace it as the flower spirit of the Flower of the Other Shore!
It wanted to resist, but its white-radish body could not move at all. A strange power within its body had sealed away all its strength!
There was no need even to think about it. That power's owner had to be Ouyang, who had just severed its arm!
"What lies farther ahead?" Ouyang tilted his head and asked Hui Zhi.
Hui Zhi, who had closed his eyes to feel the power within him, opened them and answered with