Several Daoists were still inside, discordant in their hearts, but afar, came the overwhelming aura of spiritual explosions, caused by the rapid flight of building rafts.
Rong Guang frowned, "Something's wrong, there are at least ten building rafts, could there be ten Daoist sects yet to arrive?"
Zhi Xuan discerned further, and couldn't help but laugh, "In Xionger, it seems our Daoist Sect and the Buddhist Sect have coincidentally come together here."
The spiritual aura bore faint traces of the Buddhist Sect, which were unmistakable.
Indeed, in the distance appeared roughly ten building rafts, distinctly Buddhist in design; they clearly hadn't expected to encounter the Daoist Sect's raft fleet here and maintained a certain distance, sending someone over to inquire.
