Pei Xuanjing merely glanced at the two men sparring, then continued forward.
"Amitabha, please halt, dear patron." Master Zhiyuan stepped forth to block Pei Xuanjing's path.
As a half-step heavenly being from the Brahman Gate, he couldn't help but harbor a killing intent toward Pei Xuanjing.
The initial decision to hinder Pei Xuanjing's journey was made by Master Zhiyuan himself. He never expected that his actions would result in the death of his four comrades, and therefore, attributed all the misfortunes to Pei Xuanjing.
Pei Xuanjing wore an indifferent expression on his face. His sharp Yin spirit sensed the monk's murderous intent crystal clear, and understood its root cause.
However, Pei Xuanjing did not feel guilty at all. After all, anyone challenging him must be prepared for despair and death. It was but a case of reaping what one had sown.
He, silent and cold, merely stared at the old monk, seemingly uninterested in uttering a word.