Luo Xianshen did not move forward.
Luo Bin likewise stopped, going no closer to the Lotus Tower.
The sunlight grew fierce and blinding.
Every brick and stone of the Lotus Tower was smooth and rounded, reflecting an even more lustrous glow.
A faint haze suffused the blackness.
Even his vision seemed to blur. When it cleared again, the tower no longer seemed black at all. In fact... it looked brilliantly multicolored?
A bevy of women surrounded the tower entrance.
They beat waist drums, played flutes, and danced gracefully. Some even held scriptures in their hands, chanting without pause.
Luo Muye sat among them, continually striking a wooden fish.
Several women seemed about to step out through the entrance. Curiosity shone in their eyes as they prepared to approach Luo Bin and Luo Xianshen.
But just then, Luo Muye rose to his feet.
Everything before Luo Bin's eyes shattered.
The Lotus Tower turned pitch-black again, and the haze vanished.
Footsteps sounded as Luo Muye emerged from the tower.
In the sunlight, his eyes were bloodshot. His voice was slightly hoarse. "Xianshen."
"Dad." A trace of worry was plainly visible in Luo Xianshen's eyes.
"I'm fine. But you shouldn't have come to Black City Monastery at this time." Luo Muye frowned slightly, then looked at Luo Bin. "And you shouldn't have brought a friend."
"I understand. I know. Mr. Luo and I have already met Sinpo Baqin," Luo Xianshen replied.
He met Luo Muye's gaze, the concern in his expression growing deeper.
The very beginning of that reply carried particular significance, leaving Luo Muye utterly silent.
A few seconds later, Luo Muye said, "Go down the mountain. Don't come back for six months. Everything here is fine."
Was everything here really fine?
Luo Bin did not think so.
If everything were truly