The trees next to the monastery started to shake, and sand and stones on the ground whirled around, with some falling leaves being blown off and rolling on the ground, making a scratching sound.
In mid-air, a cluster of golden clouds slowly floated over, with a hint of evil and mysterious aura hidden within.
Boom!
A mass of golden smoke exploded on one side of the courtyard, revealing an old man in white with a swollen bump on his forehead.
The old man had a benevolent expression and leaned on a black walking stick in his hand.
"Qingyun, this time you have lost...."
He revealed a golden imperial decree scroll in his hand. As soon as he appeared, the entire courtyard was enveloped in a suffocatingly huge pressure.
The handsome man coughed twice, got up from the blanket, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face.
