Amid the strong winds, the yellow-faced monk rapidly soared through the sky.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, he took the route through the Southern Territory, ascending along the Long River line, bypassing the site of the historically grand Yellow River conventions, the Guanhe Platform, and heading towards Yun Country.
At a certain point, the small bell at his waist suddenly began to tremble.
"Special matters from the Hanging Monastery, benefactors from all directions, please make way!"
The magnificent Buddhist chant shook the distant heavens.
But suddenly, the strong winds ceased.
No, it wasn't the winds that stopped, but the entire space around him.
A small corner of the world, like a fallen cage. Everything known, seen, and felt, fell into stillness.
Someone dared to defy the authority of the Hanging Monastery, blocking the way with force!
