Today, the two of them demonstrated a deep bond like father and son, almost making Prince Mo'ang burst into laughter as he watched them embracing and weeping.
He really felt like laughing.
However, he didn't know that Little White Dragon's return to the West Sea wasn't bringing the good he imagined.
At Mount Ling, atop the Buddha's seat, sat a new figure.
Lamp-Burning Ancient Buddha sat below, looking up at the person in the Buddha's seat with a face full of reverence.
Even though this person had once been his disciple, the heights he had now reached were beyond his reach.
All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Mount Ling were visibly excited; they were thrilled to the extreme by the Buddha's return, as if foreseeing the prosperity of Mount Ling. It was as if in the Three Realms, he alone was revered.
Only one person's expression darkened, looking somewhat unpleasant.
"Jin Chan."
The Buddha's gaze swept over everyone and finally landed on Jin Chan.