Foshan and Foqiong hovered in mid-air, both sitting on lotus thrones formed by condensed Buddha Qi, their hands pressed together in prayer, their faces radiating pure holiness.
"Amitabha, benefactor Su. Back then, you wantonly slaughtered the disciples of our Buddha Clan, carrying a heavy burden of killing karma. In the mercy of the Buddha, this poor monk can promise you that as long as you are willing to hand over the skeletal remains of the Divine Dao, you may keep your life. Furthermore, should benefactor Su be willing to take refuge in our Buddha Clan, this poor monk can offer you assistance."
Su Zhan slowly raised his head. The two thick iron chains behind him emitted a harsh clanging sound, echoing through the damp cell.
Chapter 272