Seeing there was no path ahead,
he turned to return the way he had come.
After all, he hadn't come out merely for a stroll.
He simply wanted to understand the movements of his subordinates,
as well as some conditions within the city.
Strolling was just incidental.
However, just as he turned,
the space before him gently fluctuated.
Immediately after, a figure emerged slowly from the space rift.
The newcomer was an old monk.
This old monk wore a yellow robe, his hair and beard snow-white, his face deeply wrinkled, appearing every bit the esteemed monk.
Moreover, the aura that emanated from him was indeed no simple matter.
At least, on this vast land, cultivators with such strength and foundation were few and far between.
"Hui Ming?"
The moment Luo Yao saw the old monk, his eyes involuntarily narrowed.
He naturally recognized the monk before him,
and he also knew the monk's origins.
This monk came from the White Brahma Temple within the White Lotus Prefecture.
