"Easy enough." Master Chang Geng smiled, seeming utterly unconcerned.
Just then, a chill wind suddenly swept through, raising goosebumps all over. Zhang Xiaohua frowned. It was already close to noon, and the weather was cool to begin with. Great Forest Temple stood amid the mountains, surrounded by thick woods, so the occasional cool breeze was perfectly normal. But this gust was clearly unlike the others, carrying a bone-piercing cold that had no business appearing at this time.
Before the two Great Forest Temple elders, who very likely possessed Immortal cultivation levels, Zhang Xiaohua did not dare casually release his divine sense. He could only raise his head and look toward the source of the cold wind in the distance!
The two masters were also startled. With a wave of their hands, they instructed a disciple to go investigate.
The two masters spoke with Zhang Xiaohua and Meng for a while longer. Both wanted to glean something useful from them, but unfortunately, Zhang Xiaohua and Meng kept silent. Even if they had wanted to speak, neither of them had been raised by the Incense-Passing Cult since childhood. There were many matters that even they themselves did not know, so how could they satisfy the two elders' curiosity?
Seeing that Zhang Xiaohua and Meng kept their mouths sealed tight, Master Chang Geng was rather disappointed. He casually waved a hand, and a disciple stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Reporting to the two Martial Uncles, the Arhat Formation has been set. Please have this young benefactor enter the formation!"
"Good. You may withdraw for now."
After dismissing the disciple, Master Chang Geng turned to Zhang Xiaohua. "Young Hero Ren, the formation has been prepared. Please enter it, so that Abbess Jingyi's long-cherished wish of that day may be fulfilled!"
Zhang Xiaohua looked up