"..."
Chen Chong took a deep breath as he looked at the emaciated monk in front of him.
The other party remained silent.
Only quietly channeling the Power of Life into the spear.
Meanwhile, with a gaze filled with extreme compassion and forgiveness, he watched over himself.
Chen Chong suddenly recalled a story he had heard many years ago. It was said that during the Buddha's cultivation, he encountered a starving eagle, and to save the eagle's life, the Buddha decided to cut off his own flesh to feed the hungry bird. Despite the Buddha continuously cutting away his flesh, the eagle's hunger could never be satisfied. In the end, the Buddha offered all his flesh, and all his life.
"What is this, charity?"
Chen Chong felt only irony at the moment.
What he longed for was not a breakthrough.
It was a fair battle.
