"The Old Monk's Heavenly Eye Vision may not be deeply cultivated, but I still possess such discernment," Monk Bao Shan said with a slight smile.
"Min apologizes for his careless words. Please don't take offense, Daoist friend Bao Shan," the golden-skinned man said in a low voice, his eyes flickering restlessly, clearly unsettled.
Monk Bao Shan waved his hand slightly, indicating it was of no concern.
Both men then turned their gazes towards the white light curtain, their eyes shining with eagerness.
An unknown secret realm, although they didn't know what exactly was inside, there were bound to be many good things, and there might even be some major treasure hidden, inevitably exciting them.
After exchanging a glance, they immediately struck out at the light curtain.
The golden-skinned man conjured a magical instrument resembling golden cymbals, which transformed into a golden rainbow and slashed fiercely against the white light curtain.
