C618 Could It be That He's the Same Type as Tatsumaki?

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

The old man pressed his palms together in a gesture of deep reverence.

"Splash!"

Water erupted in all directions.

Three long, snow-white legs emerged from the water.

Nosebleed...

It struck again!

"Damn, this Heart Sutra is utterly useless."

The old man was seething with anger.

"..."

Cello Everett shook his head and sighed