"A little bug?"
Shen Huamo was dumbfounded.
What appeared before them was a thousand-year fierce beast, yet Ye Qingtian said it was just a little bug!
"Master, should we kill it?"
Xiao Jianting asked.
"It's just a bug, why bother with it."
"Let's keep going."
They continued towards the ice cave, the icy wilderness was silent, a cold wind brushed past, making one involuntarily shiver.
At this moment, a chant suddenly descended from the sky, the chant was profound and deep, like a morning bell and evening drum, and resembled the divine spirit's soft chant: "Om Mani Padme Hum..."
The six-syllable mantra poured into the ears of Ye Qingtian and the others.
They stopped in their tracks, Ye Qingtian squinted slightly, and saw a monk standing on the vast icy wilderness. The monk was dressed in robes, holding Buddhist Beads in one hand, and forming a Buddhist Mantra with the other, his eyes lowered.
But suddenly, the monk disappeared from their sight.
