Thinking of this, Zhikong felt a surge of fury. If those incompetent juniors hadn't lost the ancient Bodhi tree, he would have finished fusing long ago.
"Abbot Zhikong! Your grand-disciple knows his wrong! Please let your grand-disciple out!" A voice came from the wooden fish placed in front of Zhikong.
Hearing this, Zhikong's anger flared even higher. Raising his hand like a hammer, he struck the wooden fish directly.
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