"Noisy."
The words had barely left Lü Yang's lips when Guang Ming, who had been wailing a moment before, abruptly fell silent. Kneeling on the ground, he didn't dare to raise his head, feeling as if he'd been plunged into an ice cave.
Lü Yang, however, wore a gentle expression and personally reached out to help him up.
"How have things been in the Pure Land?"
"Thank you for your concern, Perfected Person."
Sweat poured down Guang Ming's face like rain. He swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "Thanks to the Perfected Person showing mercy and sparing my life, I've been doing alright in the Pure Land..."
"Oh?" Lü Yang raised an eyebrow. "And have you received any benefits?"
"None! None at all!"
Guang Ming shook his head frantically and said in a rush, "Only that I was promoted by my master to the position of senior disciple of Fulong Temple. Nothing else besides that."
"Is that so." Lü Yang nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent, excellent."
