If they had been walking on their knees all the way, this moment was truly a complete surrender.
At this moment, not only the pilgrims but even the three Murong brothers couldn't help but widen their eyes.
It was a majestic statue, seemingly four meters high.
Actually, four meters isn't particularly tall, but when it suddenly breaks into your sight, it truly has an imposing feel.
And the statue is carved into....
"King Yan," Ziyu murmured.
What appeared before them was a statue of King Yan riding a corpse.
At this moment, the Murong brothers suddenly remembered the 'King Yan' mentioned by the pilgrim they rescued.
They went through great hardship to get here, to worship King Yan?
Ziyu had heard about the Snow Monastery and the pilgrims, but didn't know that what was enshrined here was a statue of King Yan.
