The sharp whistling sound echoed throughout the Taoist Field.
The cultivators hurriedly but orderly rushed to their respective posts.
Wang Ba and Hui Yunzi followed the young man in the purple robe to the water curtain that monitored the surroundings of the Cloud Sky Realm, somewhat astonished:
"In such a short time, they've come again?"
The young man in the purple robe nodded solemnly:
"The time when the Supreme True Buddha comes to challenge varies, but the intervals are clearly getting shorter..."
Upon hearing this, Wang Ba's expression also tightened.
The increasingly shorter intervals clearly meant something obvious.
The patience of these monks from the Supreme True Buddha might have gradually been exhausted.
In the time it took to speak, they reached the water curtain, and apart from them, many cultivators were already present.
