"For a dead object, is it really worth it?"
"The Sumeru Mountain is already hard to fathom; it's best not to ignite other disputes."
"Furthermore, when you descend this time, if you establish a widely known forum and lay down magic veins, without the support of external court and local powers, it would be like a castle in the air..."
"After this, I will meet you alone."
This Peng King seemed wise and clear-minded, aware of the external situations, and spoke these words.
After speaking, the human form of the Peng King suddenly glowed with golden light and vanished into thin air in an instant.
Arhat Jieye folded his hands and lowered his head slightly, then looked up, with a fleeting obscure glint in his eyes, and stamped his foot.
The golden body faded, transforming into a layer of golden powder diffusing to the surroundings. Wherever it passed, the Lotus Dharma Realm dissipated, and outside it remained a moonless, windy night, the ancient temple still, seemingly unaffected.
