The demonic soul's loud voice rang out, and in an instant, all the barriers of time disappeared.
Like a water curtain rippling, song Qing's small figure gradually appeared in the main hall of the heavenly Dao temple.
The moment her aura appeared, the two figures who were sitting cross-legged facing the Buddha statue raised their heads in unison.
The old monk's eyes, which were originally as calm as an ancient well, started to ripple.
The helplessness and sighing in the pair of old, yellow eyes faded away. It was as if they had been reinvigorated and became extremely bright.
The youngster sitting beside him seemed to have realized something and turned around with a 'whoosh'.
His eyes were already pitch black, as dim as the night stars blocked by the thick fog.
However, the moment he saw song qingxiao's figure, the fire of hope that had been doused in despair was reignited.
