"My senior brother is going to die..."
Yuankong sat in a chair, licking his Sugar Painting with a grief-stricken expression.
Chu Xingchen watched, momentarily at a loss for words.
As expected of someone taught by the eminent monks of Chanwood Temple, his words and actions were complete opposites.
They really did come from the same lineage.
Regret showed on Li Yingling's face. Yuanjing was a good man, after all. She offered a quiet word of comfort:
"My condolences."
Yuankong took a deep breath and said earnestly, "My senior brother treats me better than anyone. I don't want to watch him die."
Chu Xingchen looked over Yuankong's runaway getup and asked in a peculiar tone:
"So you ran away because you didn't want to see the abbot die with your own eyes?"
"What are you talking about!" Yuankong took a vicious bite of his Sugar Painting. "I'm going out to save my senior brother!"
"Oh..."
Chu Xingchen nodded lightly in response, acknowledging Yuankong's words.
Yuankong looked around at the four of them, only to find that not one looked convinced.
Li Yingling was the first to sigh. "Master, that monk was a good man. Let's go offer a stick of incense when the time comes."
"My senior brother won't die. I'll definitely save him!"
"All right... it's good of you to care, Yingling."
"Wait! Listen to me!"
Yuankong stood up and said earnestly, "I'll definitely save my senior brother."
Chu Xingchen swept him with his Divine Sense. Yuankong practiced Wish Power Cultivation, and his cultivation had yet to reach Foundation Establishment...
Even if he reached Foundation Establishment, learning techniques and adapting to his abilities would take time.
Besides, how could little Yuankong, who knew nothing of the world, save the abbot?
"You should go back and spend more time with the