Liaowang's view in front of his eyes gradually shattered, the scenes of reality slowly became clear, and as the flood of memories returned, he finally remembered who he was.
"Cough cough!"
Suddenly sitting up from the ground, gasping deeply, the recent illusion had been too real; he had completely lost himself in it. If it weren't for that young master's hint in the end, he might have truly fallen.
At this moment, he was inside the Thousand Buddha Temple, captured alongside Su Mei'er.
"Monk, you think of saving the common people, but have you ever thought of me?"
Su Mei'er asked with tightly pursed lips.
"This matter originated with this humble monk and is unrelated to the benefactor. Having passed the trial, may I prove that there are indeed no evil thoughts in my heart?"
Liaowang spoke slowly, looking at the cultivators before him.