The arrival of the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree did not surprise Mo Ya Monk.
Mo Ya Monk was thoroughly informed about the situation in Mingjiang Prefecture. He was well aware of the "mentor-friend" relationship between this towering peach tree and Zhou Xuan,
and he also knew that after Peng Town was reclaimed and the three stone Buddhas were captured alive, the Tattooed Clan recognized Zhou Xuan as Xuan Ancestor.
"Peach Blossom Tree, I'm not curious why you're here, I'm just curious why you came so late."
The corners of Mo Ya Monk's robe flapped in the cold wind from the sea of flowers; the black and white stones in the chess box trembled with a humming sound.
Much like when he had once meditated on Buddhist Law on Mo Ya Mountain, the chess pieces stirred with devout excitement as the Holy Buddha Mi Jaxuan King descended.
Mo Ya Monk, as tender as he was back then, stroked the chess pieces in both chess boxes as he would a cat's neck and said, "No rush, there's still time."
