Xia Ruins, Celestial King Hall.
In the main hall, Xuan Cheng, clad in a blue robe, sat cross-legged before the deity statue, eyes closed, reciting scriptures.
Surrounded by the smoke of incense, he seemed completely integrated with the majestic and solemn Divine Hall.
After an unknown period of time, Xuan Cheng's eyebrows suddenly twitched.
He abruptly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in his gaze.
The Daoist suddenly realized that his tranquil state of mind was stirred without any apparent reason.
A myriad of distracting thoughts surged in his mind.
It felt like an ominous premonition!
Under such circumstances, Xuan Cheng had no choice but to knit his brows and cease his daily cultivation.
Continuing could very well lead to inner turmoil.
At this moment, a Daoist Child quietly approached him, whispering two sentences.
After listening, Xuan Cheng replied impassively, "Understood."
