"Cough, cough... Senior Brother Zhen Han, your battle armor looks truly imposing! I wonder which master artificer of the Immortal Palace forged it?" Dragon Horse Zhen Feng coughed, looked at the armor he had been eyeing for nearly two hundred years, and, as though he had suddenly discovered something odd, hurriedly asked Zhen Han.
Zhen Han said solemnly, "Does that even need saying? Naturally, it was forged by the greatest artificer under heaven. Oh, why don't you guess who this greatest artificer under heaven is?"
"Oh my, that really is hard to guess..." Dragon Horse Zhen Feng put on an expression of deep contemplation.
Seeing Zhen Feng and Zhen Han deliberately talk around the subject, Xuan Kong gave a cold laugh and said no more.
But Chun Zang had no intention of letting him off. He said again, "Xuan Kong, even if there was a Phantom Beast, it would have been enough to subdue it. Was there really any need to kill it? And this spirit mouse was not a Phantom Beast. Why did you kill the spirit mouse?"
"Monk..." Xuan Kong was somewhat impatient. Frowning, he said, "My strength is limited. It would be difficult for me to subdue a Phantom Beast without letting you come to harm! It was already quite good that I killed it before it could kill you..."
"Xuan Kong, over these two hundred years, how many times has your master told you this? We Buddhist sect disciples should keep compassion in our hearts, respect life, always show consideration, and never let a single thought stray from kindness. Sweep the ground for fear of harming an ant's life; cherish moths that flutter against the lamp's gauze cover. How can you commit violence step after step? Though this spirit mouse was not human, it was still