"Are you kidding me? Have you ever seen spilled water that can be taken back?" Bai Yue said irritably.
"Isn't it possible?" Mu Ye waved his hand and a large ball of water sprang forth, only to be retrieved back casually.
"Is that what I meant?" Mu Ye's maneuver left Bai Yue dumbfounded.
"Alright, everyone, stop talking so much," Ling Ri couldn't stand it anymore.
Wu Xin extended his palm, revealing a faint black line appearing and disappearing. According to the Buddhist Sect, Daluo level cultivators are akin to the Buddha.
The golden body of a Buddhist Sect cultivator is pure and flawless; such a black line shouldn't appear on Wu Xin.
"Amitabha, let's not argue, the longevity crisis is about to befall us. Luckily, we're still holding up. Even if the longevity crisis descends, we can still enjoy a few Hui Yuan of freedom, but those elders in the sect won't manage!"
"Let's come up with a good plan then!" Wu Xin reminded them.
