Sighing silently.

Just as Li Xiuyuan said, he has already seen the hope of ascension, so why should he be attached to this glimmer of glory and wealth in the world.

Although he was seriously injured by Li Xiuyuan tonight, it would not affect his practice. He would be back to his original state in less than half a year.

His eyes were on the starry sky, not on the snowy field under his feet, nor on the Yuezhi King City not far away.

Holding the iron bow in his hand, the high priest walked step by step in the opposite direction of Yuezhi City. From then on, there was no such high priest as him in the Xiongnu Dynasty.

King Chanyu could go to the depths of the desert to find a priest to take his place, but no one could reach his level of cultivation.

After understanding this truth, the old man in the snow looked up to the sky, laughed three times, waved his sleeves and walked away.

Not long after, a ray of starlight fell in front of the window, and a voice came into Li Xiuyuan's ears.

"Senior brother once slashed an army of thousands of people with his sword, why did he let such a powerful enemy go tonight?" The fat monk asked in disbelief: "Is it true that God is a good man?"

Li Xiuyuan sat down in front of the window, looked at the snowy moon in the sky, and sighed softly.

He murmured: "Buddha also has the virtue of enjoying life."
Chapter completed!