One practices Buddhism's divine skills, the other cultivates Daoist arts, naturally they couldn't agree on such matters.
Han Li, on such matters, leaned predominantly towards the old man's viewpoint. Having walked the path of cultivation, he naturally would not consider the road of future lives, solely wishing for the day the grand Dao could be achieved.
In the following time, Han Li slowly closed his eyes, entering a meditative state by the edge of the giant pit.
The debate between the monk and the old man naturally resulted in nothing, they too finally closed their eyes and spoke no more.
Time passed bit by bit, in the blink of an eye, three days and nights elapsed, yet the yellow fog within the giant pit remained unchanged.
On this day, Han Li's eyelids twitched, opening his eyes.
He casually scanned the bottom of the giant pit with his spiritual sense and couldn't help but furrow his brows and spoke:
