The Snow Wolf King let out a deep roar and stopped in front of an island that was glowing with golden Buddhist light.
On the island.
Men and women toasted each other, their faces rippling with a different kind of smile. Their clothes were messy and unsightly.
Chu Yiren frowned, finding it hard to believe that these people were Buddhist disciples.
If it was before, Chu Yiren wouldn't have minded. But now, this island was blocking her way.
"Move aside!"
Chu Yiren's voice was clear and loud. Her voice was accompanied by the surging of her inner core, and it spread throughout the entire island.
"Hmm? Who was it? How dare you speak to the people of our western paradise in such a manner?"
"How dare that son of a b * tch make way for our island?"
"Watch me deal him!"
The monks who were singing and dancing in the night were instantly enraged. They smashed the wine jars in their hands and looked at Chu Yiren with incomparable violence.
Then, his eyes lit up.
