The intense Buddha's light gradually extinguished.
Ling Yishan stood still in place, not moving an inch.
Through the tattered coarse cloth garments, one could see his skin covered with intersecting cracks, like broken porcelain.
Hui Neng slightly furrowed his brows and murmured, "As expected of the Ultimate Venerable; although his strength has declined, his realm is still formidable, not so easily converted... Well, as long as he doesn't hinder this humble monk, that's enough."
He, along with the little monk, lifted his leg and walked towards the inner courtyard.
Following the corridor through the courtyard, they reached the depths of the Demon Suppression Department, where they saw dozens of tributers standing in solemn vigilance in front of the completely black building, arranged in a neat formation with the North Dipper Guardians' formation stance.
"No wonder there's not a shadow outside, they've all hidden in here?" Hui Neng said lightly.
