"The Scripture Pavilion was robbed?"
Yang Yan was taken aback. There was someone else who, like him, had sneaked into the Buddhist Sect's monastery and entered the Buddhist Sacred Land.
And that person even stole the Buddhist Sect's secret manual!
"Yijing Bone washing skill Skill? This seems to be one of the supreme cultivation techniques practiced by the disciples of the Buddhist Sect's Dharma Hall!"
Such a cultivation technique being stolen was certainly a big deal!
"I wonder who did it," Yang Yan thought.
Suddenly, a sound of the wind came from behind, and Yang Yan turned to look.
Sitting on a tree branch, a monk who resembled a withered branch opened his eyes.
The figure moved, flying down like a Roc spreading its wings.
He leaped several times in the air, galloping towards the foot of the mountain at an incredible speed.
"This..."
Yang Yan had originally thought of making some noise to lure the monk away.
