It could hear the Zen sounds of the old monk teaching scriptures, yet its experience was completely different from any other werewolf. It saw a golden wheel emitting millions of rays of brilliance, with a radiant and majestic figure standing before it. However, its vision was not clear.
Out of instinct, Black Mountain tried to get a glimpse of this figure, even if it was only a fleeting one. Despite its desperate longing, it could not see the reality. Only with every line of scripture flowing into its ears did the figure become gradually clearer and manifest itself.
"Black Mountain!"
Feng Qing'an, who was running at the edge of the field in the early morning, saw this scene and felt Black Mountain's emotional changes. His face immediately darkened. This old monk was not ordinary at all!
