Zhang Chonglou suddenly burst into inexplicable laughter, leaving everyone bewildered.
Even Qiuming Mountain frowned, "Master Zhang, why are you laughing?"
Zhang Chonglou showed no tension or any intention of blaming Yang Hongfu. Instead, he smiled and said, "We Taoists have always valued fate, which bears a resemblance to Buddhist doctrines. You are making such a commotion simply to capture me, Zhang Chonglou, to achieve your Eternal Life Hall's schemes. However, I'm afraid you don't even need my intervention."
"Oh, Master Zhang, do you intend to watch these people die?" Qiuming Mountain could not grasp Zhang Chonglou's approach, not understanding why this old fellow spoke inexplicable words, looking indifferent to the lives of others, completely unfitting with the legendary image of an enlightened Taoist.
Zhang Chonglou lightly shook his head, "Life and death are fated, wealth is destined. I always thought I understood it, but it turns out I haven't seen through it yet."
