The Starting Prelude
Editor: Larbre Studio
Retracting her outstretched arm, Phoenix swung her wide sleeves and soon the broken scythe appeared in her palm in one piece. It then transformed into prayer beads and circled around her wrist.
Seeing that she no longer had the intention to continue the fight, Little Monk heaved a sigh of relief.
It was then he heard her speaking as she smiled with a slight twitch in her eyes, "I didn't expect people from Tian Dao to bring along demons when attending the Buddhism feast. Why, is Tian Dao short of money recently?"
Upon hearing Phoenix's words, the man lifted his apathetic eyes to meet hers.
This was nothing but a typical eyeball-to-eyeball confrontation.
All the Gods and Buddhas felt like they could hear the crackling sound of flickering flames.
Honored Sir coughed lightly.
Little Monk quickly stepped forward and tugged at the corner of Phoenix's robe, "My lord, you will be grounded. You don't want it to happen again, right?"