A trickle of fresh blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, her complexion turning a shade paler as she let out a muffled groan.
Su Bei frowned slightly. Just as he was about to protect Mo Li, he heard a chant of "Amitabha." A handsome monk, seemingly walking out of a painting, materialized amidst the falling snow, which intensified.
"Is that Abbot Wu Wei from the Dunkong Pavilion?"
"He actually came down from the mountain!!"
Those cultivators present who recognized him all watched with solemn expressions as the scene unfolded.
The Four Sacred Grounds of the Buddha Gate rarely interacted with one another. Yet now, this Abbot Wu Wei had appeared at Jinzu Court. It was abundantly clear for whom he had come.
