Chapter 762: The Seven-Day Poison

Old Monk Hui Ming hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly followed, "Little Ancestor, you... why aren't you chasing them? Could it be... that you've become soft-hearted? You can't bear to kill them?"

The Little Ancestor paid no attention to Old Monk Hui Ming.

"Little Ancestor, could you say something... Ah, that's right, I forgot you're practicing Silent Zen, you can't speak. Then you write it, tell me why..." Old Monk Hui Ming persistently asked.

The Little Ancestor was getting impatient. He casually wrote a few words in the air: For some reason, I cannot leave Myriad Buddhas Sect.

Ah? Old Monk Hui Ming was stunned... So that was the reason.

...

Elsewhere.

The three of them ran wildly through the pitch-black night, not daring to delay for a moment.

After a long while...

"Alright, stop," Duanmu Hong let out a breath of stale air, "That old monk didn't follow us."