Tan Ming gritted his teeth and held on for a while, then fainted...
Ye Hao secretly had Qianqian check Tan Ming's body and found that his body was being transformed by the Relic, with no harm done. Feeling relieved, he relaxed.
"Abbot, will my brother be alright?" Xue Zhaolong asked anxiously.
"Amitabha Buddha, there is nothing wrong with Tan Ming. I won't be able to hold on until he wakes up. How much transformation he can accept will depend on his fate. After this old monk's soul returns to the west, I hope you can convey to him that he is the thirtieth generation Abbot of Shaolin, bestowed the name Nameless by me; only by forgetting the past can he pioneer further paths." Elder Abbot Jing Nian's figure grew fainter.
"I will certainly convey the senior's words to Tan Ming." Ye Hao nodded.
