"Was it when I came in?"
"Sukhbaru" gently touched the faded rune between his brows.
Emerging from the Underworld, all his consciousness was focused on maintaining clarity, unable to observe external circumstances. Only when a certain warmth returned did he vaguely feel he had entered the Sick Tiger's body. The sound of Buddhist chants surrounded him, invading his Sea of Consciousness. Such chants Lao Yingtian had never heard.
The "Underworld" was not devoid of Buddhism; among the nine First Rank Sects, there was Dajue Temple. However, the chants in Dajue Temple inspired solemnity and awe, far from being as eerie and sinister as this. It was during that time that a roar of dragon and tiger dispersed the Buddhist chanting.
"Walking on thin ice."
Lao Yingtian's mind sank.
The sigils at the center and lower Dantian still glowed brightly, providing him with some sense of security. Now that the Elder was not here, he had to rely entirely on himself.
