Kongheng approached silently with his staff, the copper rings on it jingling with each step he took. Li Yuanjiao, overwhelmed with complex emotions and still grappling with his own suspicions, lowered his gaze.0

"Many thanks for your help, monk."0

Kongheng shook his head slightly, then walked over to Tian Youdao's limp body. He quietly recited a few sutra verses, as if offering a blessing for the deceased.0

However, Tian Zhongqing suddenly raised his head and let out a loud wail.0

"Go away, bald donkey! Nothing good happens when you guys are around!" he shouted in anguish.0

However, Kongheng remained unruffled. He retreated a few steps, then addressed Li Yuanjiao warmly, "I will be cultivating at the little island near the lake. If your esteemed clan needs anything, they may come find me there."0

With that said, he rode the wind and swiftly departed. The remaining people began taking their leave too as the hues of the crimson...0