Zhao Yi just glanced inside the Great Hero Hall, and felt a cold sweat break out on his back.
The magnificent and grand Great Hero Hall, the renowned Buddha's Dojo, instead of showing any majestic solemnity, seemed more like an endless demonic cave, exuding an infinite evil aura.
"Evil!"
Zhao Yi's expression was grave, and he stepped back several paces until he felt that evil gaze dissipate from him, before he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Crown Prince, what's wrong?"
Hui Lun saw Zhao Yi retreat, looking puzzled, not understanding why Zhao Yi stood at the door and didn't enter.
Zhao Yi looked at Hui Lun and saw that there wasn't any change on his face, causing Zhao Yi's brows to furrow even deeper.
"Did you not feel anything unusual just now?" Zhao Yi asked.
Unusual?
Hui Lun was momentarily stunned, then shook his head and said: "Reporting to Your Highness, this humble monk did not feel anything unusual."
Hmm?
