"What's going on at Emei Mountain?"
"Are they chanting to guide Lan Xiaosheng's soul?"
"Aren't those monks supposed to be uninvolved with the secular world? Why are they chanting sutras at sunset?"
The chanting, growing ever more profound and frequent, instantaneously stunned all the martial artists! Even Hua Xiaotian couldn't help but furrow his brows.
Strange. Far too strange.
Amidst the martial artists' daze, by the time they regained their composure and looked around, Qin Fan's figure had already vanished.
"Master Hua, where did he go?" asked a middle-aged man behind Hua Xiaotian, utterly shocked.
"I don't know. Let's go," Hua Xiaotian said flatly, turning and beginning to walk away at a measured pace.
