The kasaya fluttered, monk robes billowed in the wind.
Drop after drop of jet-black rain splattered on his smooth bald head, on his monk scars, and immediately burst apart.
In the howling wind and rain, Huang Mei's two long eyebrows flew, he raised one hand in front of his heart, extended one palm forward, and pinched a raindrop.
The raindrop, originally pitch-black, slowly turned transparent when pinched by him...
"Dao Yun..."
Huang Mei's eyes revealed a profound deepness, a rare touch of surprise.
"The Small Cave Heaven left by a divine person of the Divine Tribulation Realm? Yet, it seems not quite like it..."
Huang Mei murmured.
In Little Lingyin Temple, in the Western Regions Buddha Land, Huang Mei had entered and seen many Small Cave Heavens.
However, there was a vast difference in feeling compared to this ink-black city...
