Chen Feiyu flicked his wrist lightly, the blade shimmering as he shook off the fresh blood. He glanced at Cheng Tianlu, then turned to the monks, who were trembling with fear. "Continue the music, continue the requiem," he commanded. "If you’re too slow, this Deputy Hall Master Xin Lian won't be able to make it to the Western Paradise."
Terrified, the monks turned pale. Daring not to flee, they resumed their rhythmic chanting and percussion, stammering through the funeral rites.
Chen Feiyu pointed his sword at Cheng Tianlu, raising an eyebrow. "Now, only you remain. If you're quick enough, you can keep Xin Lian company."
Chapter 789