After the thrilling battle with Tian Sha ended, the smoke on the battlefield gradually dissipated, and the oppressive atmosphere in the air vanished.
Chen Qing stood there, with a strange light flickering in his eyes.
At this moment, the white-clothed Blood Monk, draped in a white kasaya, slowly approached.
His steps were light, as if each step was taken upon the void, without a trace of dust.
The white-clothed Blood Monk gently put his hands together, looking at Chen Qing with a gentle gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips, saying:
"Benefactor Chen Qing, during that fierce battle just now, you had the chance to completely eradicate this Tian Sha disaster. Why did you spare him without taking his life?"
Lin Dong furrowed his brows slightly upon hearing this, then slowly relaxed, gazing deeply into the distance, as though contemplating some important decision.
