Seeing this situation, Xie Jue Nan and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the pressure greatly reduced.
At this moment, the Mad Monk sat cross-legged in a ball of Buddha Light, slowly flying up from below.
The Mad Monk's face was pale as snow, with a wisp of black aura lingering between his brows, evidently indicating significant injuries.
"This old monk greets all fellow Daoists." The Mad Monk put his palms together in salute to everyone before saying solemnly, "Now the remnant Ghost Gods are fleeing everywhere, their poison far-reaching. We're quibbling over trivial external matters—isn't it unbecoming of True Monarchs?
If you all can trust this old monk, let this old monk keep these treasures! I am gravely injured and wish to rest at the Ascension Platform for a period. Later, you all can find me at the Ascension Platform!"
Zhao Xuanjing immediately nodded, expressing his agreement: "We naturally trust the master. Alright, then we'll trouble the master."
