Trying to drip a drop of blood onto it, the blood flowed down the body of the mace and straight onto the ground, unable to be absorbed by the Spiritual Mace at all.
"What exactly is this Spiritual Mace?" Li Xiu was curious, but it wasn't the time to study it. He turned to look at the monk inside the tree hole.
He thought the voice belonged to an elderly man on the brink of death, but to his surprise, it was actually a young monk with clear eyes and delicate features.
The young monk's shock and joy had already subsided, and his calm demeanor had a stately solemnity to it.
However, the young monk had no tonsure scars on his head, just a red dot on his brow, coupled with his rosy lips and white teeth, Li Xiu's first thought was "Tang Zeng."
"Do you still want to hear my story?" the monk asked.
"Can you first tell me what your Dharma name is?" Li Xiu asked the monk with a smile.
"What Dharma name?" the monk was slightly startled.
