"Who are you?"
"What you said, forgive my ignorance for not understanding."
Looking at the figure that suddenly appeared, Wang Ba gracefully retreated, his expression calm, asking in a composed manner.
Yet in his heart, he had already guessed the identity of the other party.
This person was most likely Pu Yuan's master, the Wisdom Magic Arhat, who had just engaged in combat with his Junior Brother Shen Fu.
But now that this person was here, what had become of the Junior Brother?
Thinking of that possibility, Wang Ba's heart slightly sank.
However, no flaw could be seen on his face.
The long-armed monk heard this, and his voice seemed to be a mix of sorrow and anger, questioning:
"Why does the benefactor deceive me?"
"I do not know what method you used to infiltrate the Pure Land Buddha Country, ambushed him, and now have fled using some unknown means. But since you are entangled with my disciple, you carry his karma, I have already seen it."
