White steam was steaming above Li Muchan's head, and heat was rolling around his body. The white snow beneath him melted even more, and he sank another half a foot.

The two of them sank to their waists before stopping.

The white air above Li Muchan's head formed a white cloud, which condensed but never dispersed, covering the Baihui point on his head like an umbrella. After slowly closing his palms, the white cloud quickly converged and penetrated through the Baihui point.

Everyone was astonished when they saw this strange scene. They didn't know what was going on in their mind. It was very strange.

Li Muchan stood up slowly and said with a smile: "Master Xinjue, how is it?"

Monk Xinjue opened his eyes and sighed: "Alas... the Buddha did not accept the young monk and came back again... Many thanks to Master Zhanran!"

Li Muchan shook his head: "If it were you, it would be the same. No need to thank me."

Monk Xinjue looked at him and smiled, nodded, and said in agreement: "In that case, today's competition ends here. We will compete again another day. Farewell!"

He looked at the people around him again, turned around and floated away, his yellow clothes fluttering, his feet not touching the ground as if he were riding the wind. In a blink of an eye, he reached the top of the mountain and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Li Yujiao pouted: "Humph, what a stinky monk!"

Seeing Li Muchan looking over, she hurriedly smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhanran, I'm not scolding you!"

Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "Smelly monk, stinky monk, let's go back."
Chapter completed!