"Please come in." Zhu Zhengwei opened a tunnel.
"Yes."
"As a monk, my discipline was lacking, so I should take responsibility for my disciples' mistakes."
The white-robed Tang Monk appeared calm and casual, with hands clasped together, stepping into the tunnel as if he were a living Buddha, unfazed by whether it was a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, or an abyss beneath the earth.
Zhu Zhengwei watched stunned.
Though he had long anticipated Tang Monk's character, a saint across nine lifetimes.
Previously, his attempts at morally coercing others had never succeeded, but it seemed inevitable here.
Yet his demeanor made me feel like some classic villain from a movie, holding someone hostage.
Soon, Zhu Zhengwei sat back on a stone in the empty forest, closed his eyes, and smirked, "The entire primordial universe has been fully elevated..."
"An ultimate map has appeared within the universe."
