Chapter 2247

"There is one more point: Ning Yin's mortal enemy is that great demon who guarded the Fetal Abortion Spring."

"They agreed to go to the polar regions. Who lived and who died in that battle is still unknown. Both of them were Quasi-Saint cultivators, and they actually shielded the Heavenly Court's observation beforehand."

Heavenly Emperor Haotian scanned the immortals and said.

After Haotian finished saying this, the immortals began to discuss among themselves.

"Then, in that case, the only thing blocking the path of the journey west is this Leng Hua Kalpa."

"It seems that is indeed the case, because Marshal Tianpeng's fetus has already been aborted."

"That is not so. The main Kalpa of the Xiliang Kingdom is not Leng Hua, but the trial of love. I have seen the Buddha, and the Buddha said that this difficulty is to test Tang Sanzang's Zen heart."

"A trial of love? Can this count as a Kalpa?"

"Why wouldn't it? Look at the Queen of the Xiliang Kingdom; she is stunningly beautiful and infatuated with Tang Sanzang. With such passionate pursuit, wouldn't Tang Sanzang be moved?"

"Isn't Tang Sanzang the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi? How could he be moved?"

"He has long been tainted by dust. As a mortal of flesh and blood, isn't it normal for him to be moved?"

While the immortals of the Heavenly Court were discussing these things, Wu Feng was watching the scene in the Guanshi Mirror. He observed the Heavenly Court actually with one purpose: hoping to learn from the mouths of the immortals what kind of ability that frost was.

But the facts seemed to show that the immortals of the Heavenly Court didn't know either, because no one had ever seen this kind of power, and historical books had never recorded it.

Wu Feng mobilized his mental power, the scene in the Guanshi Mirror shifted, and it returned to the Xiliang Kingdom.

At this time, Fahai had left the guest room where Marshal Tianpeng was located and was walking slowly along the corridor of the imperial palace.

Just at this moment, he suddenly heard a crisp female voice from behind: "Master Fahai, please stay."

Fahai suddenly stopped his footsteps, turned his head, and saw a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, looking pure and charming, with a slender figure, running over with a smile on her face.

"You are…"

Fahai frowned, a look of doubt in his eyes, and said.

"I am the Second Princess, Ye Qing. You should have seen me in the imperial palace."

The woman seemed somewhat embarrassed, staring with her big eyes at Fahai, and said.

"Oh, is that so? I don't seem to have any impression."

Fahai said indifferently.

"It doesn't matter. There were so many people in the imperial palace at the time; perhaps Master Fahai wouldn't remember me."

"I came to tell Master Fahai that I like you! This is a love letter I wrote for you!"

As Ye Qing spoke, she stretched out her slender white right hand and handed over a letter with graceful handwriting written on it.

Fahai was stunned for a moment, then his thick eyebrows furrowed, and he said, "Are you sick?"

"I am a monk, and you like me?"

Ye Qing really didn't expect that she had chased after him so enthusiastically, with her heart surging, to confess to Fahai, only to receive such a result.

This Fahai was truly unromantic. Refusing was one thing, but he did it with such extreme coldness.

"Hmph! This really makes me laugh!"

Fahai flicked his robe sleeve, didn't even bother to look at her, and turned to leave.

Ye Qing stood frozen on the spot, as if she hadn't yet reacted to what had happened.

She had confessed so sincerely, and not only did Fahai not accept it, but he even scolded her.

"Are you sick?"

This sentence echoed in Ye Qing's mind, lingering for a long time. She was only in the prime of her youth; how could she endure such a blow? Tears suddenly streamed from her eyes, and she began to sob on the spot.