Foolish disciple...
A faint sigh echoed throughout the whole Qitian Temple, as if an ancient deity was overlooking the human world, emitting a sigh like a never-dissipating hurricane.
Leaning against the stone coffin, his arms covered with monkey hair, thin as a stick, skin and fur clinging to the bones, looking like an antique wood carving, if not for those splendid golden eyes reflecting brilliant radiance and exuding terrifying divine power.
No one would believe that this emaciated monkey was once a powerful Great Sage that dominated the immortals.
The sigh was filled with a sense of melancholy, tinged with the pain and sorrow of twilight years.
He seemed to see outside the Qitian Temple, that child transformed into the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, cutting off vitality, struggling with all his might to protect his mentor.
Inside the Qitian Temple, enveloped in endless grief and sorrow, who says the stone monkey is heartless, his heart is ardent and burning.
