Seeing this, Guann Zhenzhen laughed. "In that case, let's have Master Huineng go first. I imagine that with your talent and Cultivation, Master, you've never ridden a horse before, have you? Today, we'll let you have a little ride!"
As she finished speaking, Guann Zhenzhen waved her hand. The black nails in the young Monk's body instantly dissolved into black smoke and seeped into his flesh. The bleeding from his many wounds stopped at once.
The young Monk, Huineng, went completely limp and slid down from the rough-hewn wooden cross.
"Strip him," Guann Zhenzhen ordered, a chilling smile on her face.
Behind her, two of the three Disciples who had been keeping their heads bowed stepped forward. They came before the young Monk, Huineng, and hauled him to his feet.
