A man in black began to emit a continuous black aura of death, "Holy Monk, the fates of the world have nothing to do with me. I only want her. Be it murder or sin, I will bear it for her."
The white-robed monk looked up at him, his eyes filled with complexity. This man had been here for three days and nights without speaking a word. Only after he explained the circumstances of the Chosen One did the man begin to speak.
The first words he said were, "Save her."
This man was reticent but spoke decisively about the Chosen One. Just now, he uttered the longest sentence since arriving here.
The white-robed monk sighed deeply. He had lived through six lifetimes and met countless obsessed men and women. But none had ever shown such intense murderous aura.
No wonder he possessed the God-Devil Physique; even he, who had cultivated through six lifetimes, felt a tremor in his heart.
The man in black saw the monk remain silent and clenched his fists tightly.
