He had come here, of course, to see Hui Ming.
"Amitabha Buddha."
Hui Ming now looked like an old monk, his face a web of wrinkles. "Junior Brother Hui Chi," he said, "has our Martial Uncle still not appeared all these years?
If he is still alive, I wonder what he would think, seeing Longyuan Temple in such a grand state!"
"Amitabha Buddha."
Xu Lei replied, "There has been no word from Master.
I don't know how he is.
I hope he's still alive.
By the way, thank you for what happened last time, Senior Brother!"
"It was nothing."
Hui Ming said, "I should be the one thanking you.
After the First Seat captured that Black Flood Dragon, he obtained its Demon Core and even shared some with me!
I saved a portion for you!
However, I was in secluded cultivation before.
Only a few days ago did I learn that the Buddha's Head also shared a bit with me."
With that said, he flipped his hand over.
