Jian Nanchun spoke of the Little Supreme Buddha, yet Xia Ruxue thought of another person.
If he were still alive, having lived for a hundred years, while not daring to claim invincibility, he certainly would not be far inferior to the Little Supreme Buddha.
After mentioning the birth of the Little Supreme Buddha, Jian Nanchun fell silent, sitting casually at the edge of the lotus platform, drinking and waiting.
This Xuanmen Gathering brought cultivators from all over the world. Just gathering everyone takes three, five, to even seven days, and at most it could take a month; no one is in a hurry.
All the cultivators present sat quietly for several days.
The Little Supreme Buddha, who had been waiting in the sky for visitors, suddenly opened his eyes, a lotus platform treasure seal glowing brilliantly between his brows, his eyes shimmering.
