The monk held his staff firmly, positioning himself in front of Mu Qingmeng and the others to shield them from the overwhelming pressure that surged around them.
"Amitabha…" the monk murmured softly.
The individual before them possessed extraordinary abilities, yet he had provoked the anger of the emperor's fate and the Lady of Luck, ensuring that he would gain nothing from this encounter.
Within the Thousand Army Alliance, apart from the monk, everyone else remained unaware of what was truly unfolding.
Mu Qingmeng caught a glimpse of Si Fuqing as she inserted silver needles into several acupoints on Ji Qingyao's body. Slowly, the color began to return to Ji Qingyao's pale face.
She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a lingering sense of dread. "Thank goodness Fuqing is here."
Otherwise, by the time they located a Master of Yin-Yang, it might have been too late.
