"It seems you are intent on stopping this poor monk from going on his way," said Zen Master Dingguang.
In the night sky enveloped by firelight, Zen Master Dingguang's voice traveled across thousands of meters, clearly reaching Su Heng's ears.
A moment of silence—
Seeing that Su Heng had not spoken, Zen Master Dingguang's expression darkened slightly.
He could feel his body was locked by a powerful force, with no means of escape.
Now, the only way to free himself was to cut down the enemy blocking his path. Having practiced in the sinister and terrifying Skull Plain for hundreds of years, Zen Master Dingguang was cautious but not lacking in courage. The Vajra Bell on his back trembled slightly, ringing with a crisp "ding" and rippling through the night sky like ripples on water.
Zen Master Dingguang took a deep breath.
All the miscellaneous thoughts rising in his heart were instantly subdued.
