C253 A three-way gathering of saints

As soon as the amiable voice that sounded like it came from all directions sounded, everyone on the stage immediately retreated. Then, their eyes locked onto a direction.

A figure clad in a monastic robe and emitting a faint golden light, holding a buddhist bead in his hand appeared above his head. It was the figure of an esteemed monk.

The corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile