After Fishing For 10 Years, I Became A Saint Without Knowing How To Raise Beasts

Chapter 137 Little Kids Won't Understand

The old monk and the young monks in the temple were safe and sound. The surrounding thick fog and dark clouds in the sky were rapidly dissipating.

While they were discussing the final outcome of the battle, Yuchi suddenly appeared in front of them.

The old monk was extremely excited.

He immediately led the young monks over to Yuchi and got them to salute him as a gesture of thanks.

"Senior!"

Seeing Yuchi appear here, the old monk now knew the result of the battle.

Yuchi had actually defeated Fan Yuhe of the angel race!

The young monks were so excited that they could not find the right words to say. From their impression, Yuchi was a god-like existence. He had reached a height that they would never be able to reach in their entire lives!

The old monk had not met Yuchi for some time. Every time he met Yuchi again, he felt that the other party had grown even more powerful and unfathomable.

Yuchi was so powerful that it made one's hair stand on end.

Why had he suddenly dropped by the temple, though?

"I'm about to leave the Vast Sea. Before I leave, I came to remind you that you can't stay here any longer."

The Vast Sea had been completely destroyed and was no longer a place suitable for living.

If the old monk wanted to continue living a stable life with the young monks, he had to move elsewhere.

After explaining the purpose of his visit, Yuchi pointed out a direction to the old monk and drew a map.

Although he had not asked about the old monk's matters, he knew the reason why the old monk was living with these young monks.

These young monks were all orphans or abandoned children from the humans in the Black Heaven sect.

These young monks were not eligible to live in the city, so the old monk brought them to live in the temple.

When they grew up, they could choose to leave or stay..

From a moral point of view, what the old monk had done was indeed admirable. After all, he had chosen to adopt these young monks and raise them deep mountains and forests. He had also taught them well, which was a respectable thing in itself.

Hence, on the way to the Black Heaven sect, Yuchi had taken the time to survey the surrounding areas where they could live in peace.

Based on his understanding and perception of this particular area, the danger level of this area was much lower than the Vast Sea and was better suited for the old monk and the young monks to live in.

The old monk nodded repeatedly as he listened. He was overjoyed, but also flattered.

p He had not thought that Yuchi would care about such a thing!

He really was a man who was still very kind at heart!

The old monk noted down the information, and the red-crowned crane at the side looked at Yuchi with eyes full of respect and admiration.

The other party had not given any prior indication of this matter at all, yet when he brought it up, it was definitely worth celebrating.

Before the old monk could say anything, Yuchi turned around and left.

This was enough.

What should be done had been done.

It was time to leave.

…

The sea was still covered in fog, and the sky was dark.

The atmosphere here was cold and cheerless.

Ershania hovered in the air, slowly flapping her wings. She stared anxiously at the fog in front of her.

She knew the battle was already over, as the shockwaves had ceased, and the fog was beginning to dissipate, but…

What was the final result? Did Senior survive?

Now that the battle had ended, she did not hesitate and quickly rushed into the fog.

When she arrived above the Vast Sea, the scene below made her gasp.

The Vast Sea was completely destroyed.

The ocean was full of huge feathers. These feathers were like giant stalactites drilled into the bottom of the sea. The holes they pierced were leaking lava and magma.

The air was filled with an indescribable strange smell.

At the center of the Vast Sea, there was a huge five-fingered palm imprint. It was as if God himself slammed his palm down on the Vast Sea. The palm imprint itself was filled with bright red lava, making it evident even from a distance.

"What sort of battle could cause such devastation?!"

Ershania hovered there in a daze.

Out of the corner of her eye, he spotted a few figures flying away from the Vast Sea.

Ershania did not hesitate and immediately chased them.

Senior!

It obviously was not Yuchi. Yuchi had left quite some time ago. These figures were naturally the old monk leaving with the young monks.

She recognized the old monk.

After all, she had met the old monk at the Black Heaven sect with Yuchi.

…

In the sky.

The red-crowned cranes stopped mid-flight, and Ershania flapped her white wings and said to the old monk excitedly, "Hello!"

"Ah, hello! You are that elf lass!"

"Senior... he?"

"Senior has left," the old monk said.

He left? Did this mean that the Senior had won? He had beaten Fan Yuhe?

Shocked beyond belief, she asked, "Where did Senior go?"

The old monk said, "If I'm not wrong, he should have gone to Hanjiang."

Hanjiang!

The distance between Hanjiang and the Black Heaven sect was enormous. In fact, that place was very close to the danger zone!

Then, she asked the old monk a few more questions about Yuchi before finally thanking him and leaving.

The old monk and the red-crowned cranes brought the young monks and continued to fly away.

A young monk suddenly asked the old monk a question, "Why is that big sister from the elf race asking about Senior?"

The old monk looked at the red-crowned crane, and the red-crowned crane looked back at him.

The old monk and the red-crowned crane said in unison, "Little kids won't understand."