Xie Tian's voice is very pleasant.
Bright and clear, with a hint of stability like a stabilizer, it imparts a unique charm to his voice.
Plus, his attitude in chanting scriptures is extremely serious, akin to the devotion when the Nine Buddhist Sons chant, capturing the attention of the cultivators without them realizing it.
Yet, no matter how pleasant the voice, no matter how serious the attitude...
"It's useless anyway..."
Huang Hu withdrew his gaze from the sky, turned to look at Xie Tian's back, smacked his lips twice before uttering a sentence.
"Mysterious pretentiousness!"
The observing cultivators glanced at each other, almost simultaneously reaching the same conclusion.
"No reaction at all..."
"Is he really trying to convert?"
"Compared to the chanting phenomenon of the Nine Buddhist Sons from Wu Liang Pavilion, it's like night and day!"
"Well, to be honest, his voice is quite pleasant, like storytelling..."
"Pfft, haha, storytelling!"
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