"Seated Ming King?"
Ji Yuan could tell that this Buddha's Light anomalous phenomenon, which made Buddhist believers bow in worship, might not be a good omen. Yet hearing that the Seated Ming King had entered nirvana still left him greatly astonished. He had met the Seated Ming King not long ago; he had never expected to hear such dreadful news so soon.
Old Monk Foyin nodded and sighed.
"That is right. I never expected such a formidable evil demon to exist!"
The meaning behind Old Monk Foyin's words was clear: the Seated Ming King's nirvana had likely been the work of an evil demon. At the very least, it could not have been caused by the exhaustion of his lifespan. Ji Yuan thought the same, and his brows furrowed even more deeply than Old Monk Foyin's.
"I never expected them to dare lay hands on the Ming King Venerable!"
The Seated Ming King's murder had truly caught Ji Yuan off guard. After Zhu Yan and Hou had met with misfortune one after another, the other side should have become more cautious. Even if they acted, it should have been in the shadows. Yet they had actually dared to strike at the Ming King Venerable. Perhaps that only meant they felt an even greater sense of urgency.
"Hmm? Does Mister Ji know something?"
Over this period of time, Ji Yuan had also felt that the time was ripe, so he spoke directly to Old Monk Foyin.
"Ji had intended to tell Master certain things after the discussion of the Dao. Very well, please hear Ji out..."
"Mister Ji, please speak freely."
At the former site of the Spirit Control Sect in the Southern Wilderness Continent, the great battle of magical arts had long since drawn to a close. Although the