The courtyard gate of the Zen Room closed once more, and Yang An's figure gradually faded into the distance.
Inside the Zen Room.
A cold smile crept onto Qing Kong's face. He let out a soft snort and muttered under his breath.
"Hmph. The Buddha's Son!
If he weren't the True Buddha Reincarnation, taking advantage of such a huge boon, what right would a mere Fake Food have to bargain with me?"
A flash of jealousy crossed his eyes, but it vanished in an instant. Qing Kong quickly composed himself, suddenly pressing his palms together and chanting a Buddha's name aloud.
"Amitabha! What a sin, what a sin!
I have actually broken a precept... broken a precept... Hehehehe."
His cold smile did not fade. With a sudden flick of his sleeve, he transformed into a black shadow and shot upstairs.
In his wake, a pool of black blood flowed down the Zen Room's staircase in an instant.
Meanwhile.
