Western Ox-He Continent, Wanzhou Ridge.
Ru Nan held the Nirvana Śarīra between his fingers, his gaze fixed on Huang Miao, who stood in midair.
In the past, Huang Miao had blocked people at the Pudu River. Now he was blocking Huang Miao at Wanzhou Ridge. It could indeed be considered a cycle of cause and effect.
Ru Nan watched Huang Miao's leisurely expression as he simply stood in the distance without a word, making no impatient moves.
That was not difficult to understand.
Guangming Buddha was, after all, a member of the Buddhist Sect. The sect's internal bloodshed was none of Huang Miao's business. He had come here purely to get under their skin.
Or rather, given Huang Miao's temperament, merely coming here to stand around was already showing Chu Xingchen ample respect.
Ru Nan did not speak either. His eyes half closed, he sat within the Golden Lotus Canopy, quietly waiting for time to pass.
Huang Miao closed his eyes to rest his mind. Suddenly, his eyes opened. A streak of light came racing from the horizon, and he raised a hand to summon it over.
Ru Nan looked over warily.
A smile appeared on Huang Miao's face. He turned his gaze toward Ru Nan and finally spoke:
"Junior, the sheer uselessness of your Buddhist Sect has surpassed my imagination yet again."
Ru Nan said nothing, watching Huang Miao with a gaze as calm as still water.
Huang Miao raised his hand and pushed the Message Token in it toward Ru Nan, saying with a chuckle:
"I'll give you a piece of news for free today, so you can see just how well I treat my juniors."
Ru Nan looked at the mocking Huang Miao and the slowly approaching Message Token. Without much hesitation, he raised his hand and