"This is... Light Magic?"
Zen Master Qing Yin, a look of astonishment on his face, slowly extended a hand, reaching out from within the illusory Golden Bell.
The moment his withered, ancient hand passed outside and touched the brilliant light, the flesh on it melted away like snow on a hot stove. A wave of searing pain instantly shot through him.
"So much Light Magic!"
His expression changed drastically, and he immediately pulled his hand back.
In just that brief moment, most of the flesh on his five fingers had dissolved. Now, new flesh writhed and grew, restoring his hand in an instant.
"The Life Crane Sect truly lives up to its reputation as Evil Demons and Outsiders. How audacious! To even dare to practice Light Magic!"
He showed no emotional reaction to De Lan's death. Instead, he marveled at the deranged madmen within the Life Crane Sect who would actually practice such a suicidal Technique.
