Hui Qilei shook her head, the aura around her became increasingly dense, eventually transforming into countless milky-white threads that surged out thunderously, forcibly imprisoning these pilgrims.
"How is this possible?" The faces of many pilgrims changed drastically. Though they were relatively weak, they could sense that the other party was likely a sage. They were utterly speechless; compared to a sage, they were like ants.
"Hui Qilei greets the Qilin Demon Sage." Hui Qilei would not heed the anger of these pilgrims. Her drifting voice spread out like a gentle wave. Despite their anger, the pilgrims' indignation meant nothing in the face of Hui Qilei.
Hui Qilei's voice was mighty, spreading out in waves, resonating through the heavens and earth.
