Sure enough, the Withered Zen Mountain Monk couldn't refuse this invitation. To leave, this is a temptation that everyone in this city finds hard to resist.
Bao Yue heard the Withered Zen Mountain Monk's question, and a cold voice rang out again: "How about this, Master Withered Zen, let me come up the mountain and have a chat? I've never been to Withered Zen Mountain, and I'd like to see the place where you meditate."
"Then you may come."
The voice of Master Withered Zen remained grand and majestic, but within it, there was a hint of inexplicable coldness.
Soon.
The wedding procession set off once again, heading toward the mountain peak.
Baiyu closely watched the changes at the mountain peak. Two powerful old ghosts would surely clash; it couldn't proceed peacefully.
Just as he expected.
Not long after Bao Yue went up the mountain.
