Lu Ziyuan's gaze turned fierce.
What is this fate that exists in the shadows?
This kind of ambiguous, mystifying talk, he's heard enough of it in the past two years to grow calluses on his ears.
It's nothing more than the tricks of these mystical wanderers roaming the world.
His face was cold as ice, "Master, do you have anything else to say?"
If it's just these few words...
Master Kongjian clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, saying, "Although the benefactor carries heavy sins of killing, he also has unparalleled achievements, and his grace extends for generations. He is truly a person with deep blessings."
Lu Ziyuan's eyes showed mockery.
Now that's something new.
He's always heard people say he has too much blood on his hands, but to hear such flattery when death is near, even this seemingly unyielding old monk can deliver a few compliments.
