"This..."
Hearing this, the two Buddhist Cultivators instinctively looked toward the four from Wuji Sect.
Seeing the four remain silent, they knew the others must have thought the same.
For a time, the atmosphere in the air sank into an eerie silence.
The two wore bitter expressions and could only cast pleading looks toward Zen Master Shanfa.
"How helpless! It seems this matter will be difficult to settle peacefully today..."
Zen Master Shanfa sighed softly, pressing his palms together. His tightly furrowed brows made no attempt to conceal his displeasure.
As the sigh faded, his tone turned sharp.
At that moment, he even began to think of leaving.
In his dealings with others, he was not as smooth and worldly as other cultivators. Within his clear, bright eyes was an even greater measure of upright integrity.
Just as he was about to speak.
At that moment.
"Amitabha. Though this matter is a sect secret of Golden Cicada Temple, it is not something shameful that cannot see the light of day."
"Since you fellow cultivators have concerns, then... this one shall explain the reason to you."
A clear Buddhist invocation suddenly rang out. The childlike voice, carrying a trace of youthful innocence, echoed through the great hall and directly interrupted Zen Master Shanfa.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's gazes immediately converged on the young novice monk in the air.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the young novice monk, who had been sitting cross-legged in the air all along, suddenly opened his eyes and slowly floated down to the ground.
Turning to face the crowd, the young novice monk looked the same as before. Only his eyes now carried a heavy feeling of weathering countless vicissitudes.
"Senior Brother Shanxian, this matter..."
Zen Master Shanfa turned to the young novice monk