Lin Feixue's question went unanswered by Yang Yan.
Yang Yan didn't even look at her, so naturally, he wouldn't answer her!
His gaze stayed fixed on Jieshou Monk.
"If you know your mistake, then end it yourself,
Don't delay any longer, the sooner you die, the sooner you transcend!
In the next life, be a good person," Yang Yan said, patting the peanut shell in his hand.
"Amitabha, Benefactor, what you say is reasonable. This poor monk deserves to die!"
Jieshou Monk retracted his hand that was reaching toward Yang Yan and joined his hands in a prayer gesture.
He didn't respond to Lin Feixue's question either, only slowly retreated.
His physique kept cracking open, yet no blood flowed out.
Only a golden light seeped through the cracks, illuminating the whole room.
Jieshou glanced at the old-faced, already-deceased young monk lying on the bed.
