With a wave of Lin Feng’s hand, golden light flickered and enveloped the entire tunnel.
Everybody was stunned and they all suddenly smelled the faint scent of sandalwood enter their nostrils. Their vision was filled with dazzling golden light and waves of Buddhist chants entered their ears, as if it came from the distant horizon, yet also seemingly rising up from the depths of their hearts.
Accompanying the Buddhist chanting was Lin Feng’s calm voice: "Zhu Hongwu may be Zhu Yi’s blood relative but not for a single day has he conducted his responsibilities of teaching him. He only uses etiquette and rules to bound his body and mind, satisfying his own selfish desires and desire for control. He brings shame as a father and a husband, he has no right to interfere in the decision of Zhu Yi’s path."
"Zhu Yi is the son of an old friend of mine, regardless of his choice in becoming my disciple today, I will not sit still and watch others suppress his development."
