"Master, since the seal is about to break, why don't we lend it a helping hand? After all, once the seal is broken, Master will also be freed from many troubles."
Just then, a laugh came from behind.
Under the moonlight outside the hall, a figure stood at the doorway, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, his skin as wrinkled as tree bark, his sinister eyes looking at Fa Zhi.
"Benefactor Zhang," Fa Zhi saw the person and sighed, "Once the seal is broken, there will be calamities across the world. Are you aware of this?"
"Nonsense."
Zhang Zhixing took a deep breath and said, "Beneath this seal lies the spiritual energy of nature. What calamities could there be? Besides, if I acquire this spiritual energy, why should I care about others?"
"Amitabha."
Fa Wu glanced at Zhang Zhixing and then pressed his hands together in prayer.