With that, the old monk took a gentle step, and his entire body traversed dozens of meters at once, appearing in the middle of the national highway in moments. The leaves and branches in front of him began to swirl chaotically, but they didn’t scatter away. It was almost as though they were wrapping themselves around a terrifying, invisible beast.

After chanting a passage from a scripture, the old monk clasped his palms tightly together and asked with downcast eyes, “What business does this benefactor have here in the humble Pearl River City?”

“Hehe…” A shrill chuckle resounded in his ears, “Master Chan Ming of the White Horse Temple… To think that you’re still alive… I’ve heard that you’re honored as one of the three top fighting forces of the mortal realm. Were you sent here to suppress my comrade? You should go peacefully when it’s time to die. Aren’t you worried that you’ve lived for far too long?”

“Amitabha…” The old monk’s eyes remained placid, “This venerable monk cannot afford to pass on while evil remains in the mortal realm.”

He counted the golden beads in his hands as his voice grew somber, “Therefore, this venerable monk has no choice but to stand in your way tonight.”

“I can sense that you emanate the same kind of revulsive Yin energy as the other Prefect-class Yin spirit here in Pearl River. This tells me that… you stand in the way of humanity.”

“Dare...