The Pudu River.
For cultivators, the Pudu River was hardly large, yet at this moment, advancing even an inch was impossible.
Yuangu i True Buddha wore a solemn expression. Looking across, he could see Huang Miao sitting on the opposite bank, roasting food with a handsome young man.
That handsome young man had recently made quite a name for himself in the Buddhist Sect. Naturally, he recognized him-Chu Xingchen.
Those two certainly had leisurely tastes. They were in no hurry at all.
An Arhat behind him offered a Jade Slip.
Yuangu i True Buddha reached out to take it and looked inside. In mere moments, a smile appeared on his face.
Venerable Buddha Ru Nan was leading the Buddhas here from the Great Thunderclap Temple at this very moment.
Mahayana Buddhism?
As expected of someone outside the Buddhist Sect, he did not understand what this meant.
A struggle over doctrine was a struggle to slay the heart.
To Buddhist cultivators, it was no different from destroying their roots.
Even destroying the Great Thunderclap Temple might not have enraged the Buddhist Sect this much.
Yuan Gui crushed the Jade Slip in his hand and looked up again at Huang Miao and Chu Xingchen, leisurely roasting food. Much of the frustration weighing on his heart these past days dissipated.
Go on, roast your food.
They ought to be allowed their last good mood.
On the other side of the Pudu River.
Chu Xingchen gently turned the meat skewers in his hand. Ever since teaching Ning Qianqian how to do this, he had never done it himself again.
Now that he was doing it again, he found himself a little rusty without realizing it.
A faint smile rested on Huang Miao's face.
This kid was more interesting than he had imagined.
He could