Ye Xiaoyi's gaze was strange, as if he was looking at a dead man.
Compete in martial arts with Chang Qing?
How dare Zhao Batian?
Su Changqing smiled slightly but did not speak, his gaze shifting to elsewhere.
But upon seeing the person on the Buddhist arena, his expression suddenly froze.
"Such a familiar feeling."
On the Buddhist arena was a serene-looking little monk, his face radiating a compassionate smile.
The little monk was enveloped in a gentle glow, his brow marked with a light vermillion, making him look exceptionally... comfortable.
Yet what puzzled Su Changqing was that this person gave him a sense of... déjà vu.
"The humble monk greets the donor."
The little monk noticed Su Changqing's gaze and smiled, bowing.
"Have we... met?" Su Changqing hesitated.
"Naturally."
The little monk replied calmly, "Back in the Taixu Forbidden Zone, I summoned Donor Su."
"But unfortunately, the destiny was not right, and it is only today that we meet."
