A weathered boulder of a dirty-brown hue towered over the vast Gobi Desert. Nine senior Buddhist monks dressed in yellow frocks with red cassocks draped over their shoulders were seated on the ground, scattered all around without any rule or rhythm. Upon closer inspection, however, one would realize that their seating arrangement was of an exceptionally abstruse kind as if they were arranging a formation. They emanated a feeling of mercy upon the common secular people.
Some of them were so old, they resembled withered wood; while there were those who looked as refreshing as the first rays of morning sun. However, they were similar in that their breaths were profound and their Buddha Aura was spreading.
"It's the nine grandmasters!" Meng Qi turned pale with fright. The number of grandmasters here exceeded that of any of the large factions.
