The long queue of monks came to a halt, each face solemn and dead silent. Although the line stretched endlessly, its position unchanged, they now stood like protectors and Arhats guarding the Bodhisattva beneath the lotus seat.
Yin Tingxue trembled lightly all over, her complexion turning pale. She stepped back, muttering:
"Supreme Ming Venerable, ten directions of light, may my body and mind be pure…"
For almost the first time, Chen Yi heard a prayer from the Divine Sect uttered by this Demon Sect Saintess.
So much time has passed, and the Little Fox has always been obedient and cute. Sometimes, Chen Yi even forgot that Yin Tingxue was the Saintess, let alone remembering she could recite the Divine Sect's prayers.
