Shie pressed his palms together, cradling a begging bowl in the crook of his arms. The night wind whipped through his tattered patchwork robes, creating a rhythmic, flapping sound.
"It is not merely this. Beneath that, there lies something else—something of the utmost importance."
Fang Cheng blinked, dazed for a long moment, his voice growing urgent. "Venerable One, are you speaking of that entity suppressed beneath the Red Lotus Sect? Then, does that mean..."
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