Fan Xiu's personality was cold.
However, he had a kind heart and a Buddhist heart. He had compassion for all living beings. Otherwise, he would not have saved that group of people just now.
Most cultivators from the righteous path would have a strong sense of disdain towards the demon race, but fan Xiu was different. In his eyes, all the living beings in the world were equal. So even if Fu min was a demon, he was not angry at all for being so presumptuous in front of him.
The body was like a Bodhi, and the heart was like glass.
This was referring to fan Xiu.
The monk pondered for a while and with a wave of his hand, he removed the seal on Fu min's hand. He then pointed his finger at her forehead and a silver light entered her body.
Feeling his power returning to him, Fu Shang was confused, ""What's the meaning of this?"