"Hmm??"
On the white ship, Zhang Rongfang's eyes narrowed as he focused on the exploded Monk Kongchi.
He initially intended only to practice his routine to refine the completeness of his argument; if someone could point out its flaws face-to-face, that would be even better.
But now.....
Exploded?
What's going on?
"Interesting." Zhang Rongfang lightly tapped his toe, landing on the intact deck, looking down from above at the transforming Kongchi.
A multitude of silver lines whirled with a whooshing sound, moving wildly, then converging again like knitting a sweater.
In seconds, it was woven back to the original appearance of Kongchi.
But this time.
Such weaving seemed different.
Or rather, the woven Kongchi's expression had completely changed.
Previously, it was possible to discern his emotional changes, whether anger or confusion—it was visible.
But now....
On that rugged face, there was only one expression—serene, peaceful.
Like a high Buddha in a temple.
