At this point, Xiao Hua smiled bitterly again. Indeed—Hanzhu, a Golden Core cultivator, had reached the summit of a heavenly peak that even Nascent Soul masters could not climb. How could that possibly escape notice? Was he not now caught in the same dilemma as Xiao Hua?
"So..." Hanzhu said with a smile, "this old man can take the opportunity to lie low for a while and observe the situation in Taiqing Sect! If someone else emerges from Mo Ran Black Forest, then this old man will step forward and admit it! Otherwise... this old man will have to think carefully about how to deal with things!"
"If no one else emerges from Mo Ran Black Forest, it will be difficult for Martial Uncle to explain himself as well!" Xiao Hua said with a grin.
"Precisely! That is also why this old man must avoid the limelight for a while and think things through!" Hanzhu did not conceal it, explaining, "And while I am at it, I can make a trip to the Buddhist Sect ruins and awaken that relative of yours. That can count as a little merit on this old man's part!"
"Yes, Martial Uncle's compassionate heart is far beyond anything this disciple can compare to!" Xiao Hua readily chimed in with a smile.
"Mm. The cultivation of our Buddhist Sect differs from that of the Dao Sect. It is not merely a matter of possessing heaven-reaching Buddhist Dharma; one must also harbor compassion in one's heart, facing the suffering of this world with the resolve of 'If I do not descend into hell, who will?' Only then can one comprehend the profundity of Buddhist Dharma!" Hanzhu said with a nod.
"Then... what is hell?" Xiao Hua asked with a bitter smile.
"The destination of ten thousand ghosts,