The wind blew over Donghai's mouth, over Hang Prefecture, over Yuhang Town, and over the Shili slope. It stopped abruptly in the sky above deyun temple.
It was as if something sticky and transparent had filled the void, and the surroundings had turned into a swamp.
This was all because of a short figure stepping into the backyard. The pressure of a peerless master was enough to suffocate others.
However, the old Daoist sitting there seemed to not have felt it. He still had a Sage-like demeanor and a profound smile on his face. It was just that his gaze was somewhat distant.
The person who entered was a little black fatty. He was wearing a long robe and also had a smile on his face. His squinted eyes were hard to read.
The two of them looked at each other for a long time and did not speak.
The followers behind the little black fatty, the old Daoist's disciple, and the little fat Dragon had all sensed that something was wrong, but they didn't dare to make a sound.
