Lin Xuan looked at Jin Yi's savage face, and his confusion only grew, but facts were facts. With the situation so tense, he no longer had room to think too much.
Now was no time to keep hiding his strength. Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve, and a folding fan of ancient, simple design shot out.
It was barely over a foot long, with spiritual light surging over its surface; one glance was enough to tell it was no ordinary object.
Lin Xuan poured all his magic power into the Landscape Fan.
With a shake of his hand, a snap rang in their ears, and the folding fan abruptly opened.
Spiritual light shimmered across the face of the fan. No one knew what material it had been forged from, but on its surface, in ink and color, a landscape had been painted.
A verdant peak, a small lake.
From atop that green peak, a waterfall like the Silver River poured down, its momentum vast and majestic...
Even more terrifying spiritual pressure came swarming out.
"A replica Spirit Treasure!"
Astonishment appeared on the faces of the few people beside him. With their eyesight, how could they fail to recognize the treasure before them?
As Lin Xuan poured in his magic power, a mountain peak dripping with emerald green appeared in their sight.
Although, being inside the pavilion, Lin Xuan could not use the Giant Technique on it, its size was still immense, and a terrifying pressure surged out in full force.
"Amitabha!"
A grand Buddhist invocation entered their ears. With things having reached this point, even Lin Xuan did not dare hold back; how could the others dare keep anything hidden?
The old monk's expression was solemn and dignified. Seven-colored Buddhist light appeared behind his head, and then he clasped his hands,