Xiao Yan was still immersed in the magnificent, turbulent epic of the Primordial World that Ming Xin had described. His heart surged, and his blood boiled.
Yet a detail he had overlooked suddenly flashed through his mind like lightning, freezing him stiff on the spot as if he had been encased in ice!
Wait!
In the story Senior Ming Xin had just told... it seemed he had mentioned... that he had already become a Sage?!
Wasn't he a disciple of the Two Sages of the West? How... how had he become a Sage himself?!
A Sage!
That was a supreme existence, immortal and indestructible, whose words were followed by Dharma, who could create a universe with a thought and destroy all things with another! The ultimate being who stood above all rules!
Xiao Yan felt a chill shoot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head. It was as though all the blood in his body had frozen at that instant!
He struggled to turn his stiff neck and looked at the green-robed monk beside him, who still wore a gentle smile. His mouth was as dry as a desert, and only after exhausting all his strength did he manage to tremble out a few words:
"B-Boss... y-you just said... that you became a Sage?! You... are a Sage?!"
Seeing Xiao Yan's expression as though he had seen a ghost, Ming Xin raised an eyebrow in amusement. "What is it? Does this poor monk... not look like one?"
"You do! Absolutely!" Xiao Yan shook his head like a rattle drum and hurriedly forced a smile, though it looked worse than crying. "I'd believe you even if you said you were an incarnation of the Great Dao!"
"It's just... I never expected... a venerable Sage like you... to come