His strength was far inferior to that of other cultivators of the same level.
But since he became an elder of the Immortal Venerable's Mansion before he was thirty, this title has never appeared again.
The only person who can call him that is...
Li Song stared intently at the gaunt man before him, and it took him a long time to recognize his old friend:
"Uncle Cai... Uncle Cai..."
It's not that he's forgetful, but Uncle Cai has changed so much.
The skin on my body and face was frighteningly dry and cracked.
Where is the former glory now?
Ye Lanqiao had no big words. He was quite popular and had acquaintances everywhere he went, right?
"Alright, all of you, stop reminiscing! Put aside all grudges for now. If we don't join forces, none of us will leave here alive."
Even the oldest monk, Ye Lanqiao, didn't recognize this one.
The eighth-level monk in her memory was the one from over a hundred years ago, and that was something she had only heard about; she had never actually met him.
Having personally experienced the brutal beating from an eighth-level Buddhist cultivator, he now has even more doubts about that legend from back then.
Even Su Hanjiang, in the face of such strength, does he really have a chance of winning?
The monk walked up to the opened Soul-Devouring Array, his eyes unfathomable, clasped his hands together, and began chanting a spell as if no one else was around.
Countless souls roared and howled within the Soul Devouring Array, transforming into strands of golden light as they broke free from the array.
Golden light, like silk threads, swirled in the air and drifted out of the cave.
He was performing a ritual to help the deceased pass on.
Bathed in Buddha's light, the monk's expression was one of utmost piety.
The last wisp of soul separated from the Soul Devouring Array, and the array instantly collapsed.
The golden thread lingered around the monk, reluctant to leave, as if it were expressing gratitude for the monk's kindness.
The monk slightly opened his eyes and spread his palms out.
A gold thread encircled his palm, and he gently shook his head: "Go, she's waiting for you."
Releasing the monk's hand, the golden thread drifted out of the cave and disappeared into the night.
Niu Mang muttered, "Is this bald monk a good person or a bad person?"
Judging from the hundreds of souls he helped to be saved, he was indeed a compassionate and benevolent monk.
But seeing the three of them attack without saying a word, unleashing one deadly move after another, if Niu Mang hadn't been so thick-skinned, he would have been beaten to a pulp by the monk long ago.
The monk scanned everyone, his eyes filled with a hint of confusion and bewilderment, as if he were searching for something.
He walked up to Ye Wan and squatted down. Ye Wan blinked innocently at him.
Chu Yiming hurriedly stepped in front of Ye Wan.
Just like back in the competition arena, when Ye Wan stood in front of him.
Even though her body was trembling uncontrollably, and even though she knew it was useless, she didn't back down at all.
Blood ties are never the only bond between family members.
Although they are not from the same place, they are still family who love and care for each other.
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