Accompanied by a series of primal screams, each infant burst into an evil light.
Inside the halo, the grotesque Evil Dragon Infant began to transform.
Visible to the naked eye, they turned into incredibly sacred figures with extraordinary charm.
Had they become human? Monks? Buddha?
They were clad in soft, dull yellow robes.
Behind their heads, hung round after round of sacred halos, like the afterglow of a setting sun.
Anyone who saw them would think first: Great Sage! Great Divine Power!
"Yellow Robed Lamas!"
Tao Qian exclaimed somewhat unsteadily.
At this moment, he suddenly recalled from Wei Ziyuan about the Yellow Robed Seductive Spirit, the many secrets she knew.
One of which, the man called the Outer Realm Yellow Robe by Ying Qingdi, seemed to have once been a Yellow Robed Lama walking through Zhao Family Village.
And now, at the bottom of the lake, how many could there be?
