Because overhead, the Mo City of Fengdu was still relentlessly pressing down!
The darkness was creeping closer bit by bit!
Despair!
Suffocation!
Han Sixi suddenly opened his arms wide, and behind him, three Qimen Divine Seeds appeared in succession, drawing on the power of the seeds as if summoning the Heavenly Gate!
However, when the sound of chanting the Buddha's name resounded.
Han Sixi's heart sank completely to the bottom.
He saw behind him, without knowing when, an old monk appeared.
Wearing monk robes draped with a big red kasaya, with two long eyebrows fluttering loudly in the wind, his hands joined together, his face was like old tree bark, kindly staring at him.
Han Sixi's eyes narrowed, feeling as if he were seeing illusions!
Grandmaster Huang Mei?!
Huang Mei from Little Lingyin Temple?!
What happened at Little Spirit Sound Institute might be a sealed-off news to common people, but for many high-ranking officials and nobles, it wasn't much of a secret.
