"Little Master, you are?"
Wei Xiong could not help but ask.
After all, it was more than a thousand li from Luo'an County City to Yuzhou's Golden Light Mountain. There were also three large mountains to pass through in between. The roads were extremely rugged, and there were many places where it was impossible to travel by horseback.
If not for the fact that their martial cultivation was not weak, it would be impossible for them to arrive here in just five days.
They were naturally unwilling to return empty-handed.
"Little Master, we really have something important to address." Ren Yuankui also took a step forward and pressed his palms together. "This matter is very important to the Baolin Buddhist Hall. Please…"
"Amitabha!" The young monk suddenly chanted a Buddhist proclamation. At the same time, he waved his hand, and his sleeve trembled. Immediately, a strong wind blew, and sand and rocks flew.
