Emperor Kongwu snorted coldly: "The method you practice, how is it different from mine?"
Fan Zhouxing chuckled lightly: "I am in this era."
Emperor Kongwu sneered: "And yet you still want to pick the peaches?"
"Because..." Fan Zhouxing sighed deeply: "This body is a 'dead thing'.+"
Emperor Kongwu understood the meaning hidden in Fan Zhouxing's words: his fathers, namely those venerable monks who had passed into nirvana, were already dead. Although Emperor Shitian had grown into a powerful figure, his innate foundation was insufficient.
"I deliberately arranged for my reincarnation and retraining." Fan Zhouxing rubbed the Netherworld Validation in his hand: "I even did not hesitate to comprehend the path of reincarnation. I thought I succeeded, but..."
He looked down at his own hands, smiled helplessly: "Ultimately, I am not worthy of being the 'Buddha's son'.+"
