"Such a Buddha's Son, blessed with innate wisdom, yet you refuse to take refuge in the Buddhist Sect — what a pity!" The voice was extremely old, sounding as though it were being forced out from the depths of a throat. One could immediately sense how much effort it took for the speaker to make a sound, yet it carried a faint undertone of regret.
Hearing these words, Chen Xiaofei could not help but loosen his tight grip around Xia Yun and abruptly turn around to look behind him.
There stood an old monk, so withered he looked like nothing more than bone covered in skin, quietly standing amidst the scattered chunks of gold across the floor.
Chapter 409