"Hehe, hehehe..."
A deep growl came from Fayuan's throat.
He raised his drooping head abruptly, staring intently at Zheng Yi, who was sitting not far away.
"Emperor Zhengyong! Emperor Zhengyong! How dare you treat my Buddha like this! Are you not afraid of my Buddha raining down the fire that burns the heavens?"
Zheng Yi shook his head and said, "If Master Fayuan has nothing else to say, I'll come to see you another time."
Saying this, he stood up, intending to leave.
Zheng Yi couldn't help but admire Fayuan's resilience in enduring for so long.
Ordinary people under the Punishment of the Imprisoned can only last six or seven days before falling into disorders, brain hemorrhages, ruptured blood vessels, and death.
But Fayuan persisted for seventeen days!
Seventeen days without sleep or rest, truly worthy of a cultivator!
Understand that every moment beyond the seven-day limit is torment, yet Fayuan managed for seventeen days.
It's simply a miracle!
