"Ho, ha!"
"Ho, ha!"
The crowd gathered beside the firewood room of the Lotus Temple witnessed an extremely contrasting scene—a soft and childish chant was coming from the ferocious mouths of three wild boars.
With every charge, these three boars could shake the entire Lotus Temple... and even the whole Lotus Mountain.
For a moment, Zhou Xuan felt a bit disoriented; he had a sense that Lotus Mountain wasn't part of the real world—it seemed more like a "painting."
Originally, this painting seemed to be held by the hand of an invisible giant, observing and playing.
The giant's hand was static, and the painting remained still,
but the impact from the three boars hit the giant's body every time, causing the body to sway, the hand to shake, and thus the painting to flutter.
"Ho, ha!"
It's unclear how many times the three boars collided, their cheeks cracking with each hit, blood gushing forth,
