988 The Saints’ Ploy

"Buddha, the most compassionate…" Witnessing the scene unfold, Zhi Nan started to chant a Buddhist scripture. A ray of white light shone, concealing Black Robe.

Black Robe regained his composure after a full-bodied tremor. He glanced at the Bronze-masked Man calmly and retreated to the back. He did not speak throughout.

"Master Zhi Nan, your intentions?" the Golden-masked Man suddenly asked.

"Almsgiver Gold, forgive me, I do not understand your words." Zhi Nan shook his head slightly.

"Oh, my third brother's words were only half correct. That is, please impart to us the methods of vitality conversion. As for the matter of seizing the planet, we wouldn't dare to covet it for ourselves. Naturally, we'll look for another location and create a planet for spirits there." Golden-masked Man said earnestly.

"I see. This is an important matter. Could you possibly allow me to consider it?" Zhi Nan said carefully.