The night was vast and obscure. Deep in the wilderness, an ancient Bodhisattva's Martial Hall seemed to have awakened, with continuous chanting echoing in the air. The entire collapsed ancient building complex was bathed in golden radiance, with Buddhist light illuminating all around.
Qin Ming stood before the temple, his expression calm, saying, "Praise be, praise be. You have stirred anger, falling into obsession. I have some understanding of Buddhist Law and can transcend you, washing away mundane impurities."
He singlehandedly blocked the entrance to the Bodhisattva's Martial Hall, levitating with an imposing presence, gazing down at the two beings beneath him.
The Golden Suanni quivered in fear. Where did this madman come from? His demeanor was as if immortal, yet so domineering. It was subdued, unable to rise, its fur standing on end, feeling as though death was a real possibility.
Qin Ming reached out and grabbed it firmly.
