"Brother Dao, there's no need for this..."
In the quiet room's backyard, Yan Teng had already left, and the little novice monk Zong Le was also sent away, leaving only Lu Zheng and Guangyue to reminisce.
In the quiet room, the two sat opposite each other. Guangyue's monk robes were wrinkled, yet on his head was a circle of flesh, reddish-yellow.
Within the flesh, strands of White Cloud True Qi clung stubbornly, resisting Guangyue's efforts to erase them, able only to gradually wear them down with great effort.
And before all this White Cloud True Qi is completely worn away, the circle of Buddha's Crown on Guangyue's head will surely remain.
"It's been so long, I can't help but remember the fun times we had during our friendly matches back then. I miss them a lot," Lu Zheng said, taking a sip of tea, feeling utterly relaxed.
Guangyue stretched his cheeks, feeling the tightness in his scalp, pulling even his eyelids.
