Cheng Guang pondered within his heart and glanced at the great hall for a moment before breaking into a slight smile. He had no intention of approaching but instead turned around.
With an indifferent demeanor, he began to walk towards the exit.
Cheng Guang planned to leave.
However, the great hall seemed to become restless.
It trembled faintly.
Soon after, a low and hoarse voice emanated from within the hall, floating into Cheng Guang's ears like the sound of the wind.
"Amitabha Buddha."
"Benefactor, please halt."
This deep and hoarse voice reached Cheng Guang's ears,
Causing Cheng Guang's steps to falter and his eyes to widen slightly.
Cheng Guang felt as though his entire body was being held by an insubstantial force,
Preventing him from taking another step forward.
If Cheng Guang chose to exert himself, he could break free from this force.
And it was precisely when Cheng Guang sought to use his strength to liberate himself from this force—
