"Noisy!"
Zhao Sheng frowned slightly, glanced around, and suddenly admonished.
Before his voice faded, an incomparably overpowering pressure swept out from nowhere.
A group of old monks instantly froze in place, each looking at Zhao Sheng with terrified expressions, scattering in panic.
The old monks, adept in Divine Power, vanished in an instant.
At this moment, the Teleportation Hall was silent, the atmosphere unbearably heavy and oppressive. The Guest Monks stood in the corner, heads lowered in silence, not daring to look forward.
Zhao Sheng slowly restrained his aura, his figure flickering, disappearing without a trace.
A moment later, he walked slowly along a green stone street, the thick scent of sandalwood wafting through the air, while the somber and low chanting of scriptures emerged from nearby temples.
On either side of the street, magnificent temple buildings, akin to palaces, could be seen everywhere.
