Fotian and Foqiong hovered in midair, sitting atop lotus flowers formed by concentrated Buddhist energy. With their hands pressed together in prayer, their faces radiated a sanctimonious expression.
"Amitabha, Beneficiary Su. Back then, you wantonly slaughtered disciples of our Buddhist Clan, harboring far too much killing intent. In the name of Buddha's boundless mercy, this poor monk can promise you this: as long as you are willing to hand over the divine bone, you may keep your life. Furthermore, should Beneficiary Su be willing to take refuge in the Buddha, this poor monk can offer you assistance."
Su Zhan slowly raised his head. The two thick iron chains behind him let out a harsh, clashing sound that echoed through the damp cell.
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