Several figures stood in the sky, holding guns or turning pages of books; the only thing they had in common was that they were all staring at the two figures on the ground.
The child knelt down in front of an old man who was bleeding and dying. He prayed in a young and trembling voice: "Master, please don't die. I haven't given you any care yet."
The old man retracted his sight, raised his hand and touched the child's head: "You will have to walk alone in the future; I don't want to trouble my father, but I have no way to protect you." A stream of light flowed down the old man's arm and into the child's mind, "Child, follow me and recite." As a mantra was recited, the child's eyes gradually became empty, and his body was enveloped in golden light.
Several people in the space were ready to make a move, "Be careful of his counterattack; even if the child is sent away, he won't be able to survive." In the end, no one took action.
The golden light dissipated, and an illusory but tall figure appeared in the child's place. His golden eyes inadvertently swept across several people in the air, causing those figures to fall down.
"You did a good job, I'll send you back; if you stay here for a long time, you will die."
"Father, give my disciple a chance."
"Your ring will be passed on to him; go back with peace of mind." A ray of gold that looked like light but not light, like water but not water fell down, and the old man disappeared immediately.
Xuying turned around and said, "Next, it's time to settle accounts."
