Whoosh! As soon as A32 yelled for help, the two rows of sliding doors along the corridor immediately flung wide open. 

Nobody stepped out. Nevertheless, Qin Ye finally noticed that what he once thought were sides to an aisle in fact concealed several monks and taoists.

And they were strong.

Unbelievably strong!

Obviously, they weren’t as strong as an Infernal Judge, but their aura was so overbearing that it felt no different from facing a Judge. There were at least thirty of these experts seated on their mats beside the corridor. Nobody moved a muscle. The taoists chanted, while the monks struck their temple blocks. The sound was soft, and yet it filled the entire venue with a sense of grandeur and mystery.

Foof! The lights on the candelabras around the lotus flowers in the corner of the room suddenly flickered. And then… the shadows in the room began to fade away.

The oppressive wind began to pick up. Qin Ye maintained his stance with great vigilance. His hand was placed to the side of his waist, he lowered his body to a half-crouch, and he raised his alertness to the maximum as he glanced about his surroundings.

Nothing…

Nothing, and still nothing!

Something must have followed him in, and yet he couldn’t sense the whereabouts of the perpetrator!

There was only an endless nethergale billowing through the otherwise still and silent room. It was as though a most profound scene was unraveling itself...