The latter also looked back, and the master and disciple exchanged glances.
Lin Dongxi shook his head:
"Master, you want me to assume the position of the future Buddha, but where can this celestial position be found here?"
Hong Tianbao replied:
"Everything in the universe is within a point, within the reach of you and me—perhaps, it is at our fingertips."
"Indeed, it's at our fingertips." A sigh interrupted their exchange, drawing both of their gazes,
and they saw a group of people who had somehow reached the mountain's peak.
At the forefront was a grand monk, surrounded by the flowing Merit Purple Qi, and the speaker was a frail young man following behind the monk.
The frail young man looked weary as he turned his head, gazing at the Lame Daoist, the fifteen Supreme mortal bodies,
gazing at all beings and things forcibly distorted and collapsed into an infinitesimally small [point] by the power of Meng Ahnan's foot.
"What a coincidence."
