The dusk clouds dissipate, revealing a clear, crisp chill, as the Milky Way silently rotates on a jade plate.
Zuo Lengchan's broad face wore a faint smile, his eyes mixed with the cold moonlight's dominance as he sweepingly scrutinized the leaders from the four sects, seeing clearly every change on their faces.
Tianmen, unable to contain his impatience, furrowed his brows upon hearing this.
Yet, in the presence of Zuo Lengchan, the hot-tempered priest had to suppress part of his anger.
However, his words contained slight grievances:
"What does Zuo mean by that?"
"Amitabha," Master Dingxian, the most capable leader among the three Dings, surely understood Zuo Lengchan's words.
Tianmen, lacking in rationale, was now in a situation where outsiders were present, and such a response would surely indicate discord within the Five Peaks Alliance.
Thus, he recited a Buddhist chant:
