For a moment, the front of Sutuo Mountain fell into silence.
After a short while, a deep voice slowly emerged from within the chariot.
"Lead the way!"
"Yes, Divine Emperor Your Majesty."
The old monk's expression remained unchanged, yet internally he couldn't help but let out a half sigh of relief.
After bowing deeply with a bent waist to show respect and gratitude, he took strides towards Great Yue.
Every step he took covered a distance of a kilometer.
And the chariot, pulled by Hoo Bai, closely followed behind the old monk.
Upon the mountain, panicked monks scattered in all directions, causing the old monk's brows to knit slightly, but at this moment, he had no time to scold them.
Passing by the monks, he made his way to the rear side of Sutuo Mountain.
It took the two an hour to walk atop Great Yue before they arrived at an ancient temple.
The temple was dilapidated yet quiet, standing amongst the sparse and thick forest.
