The heroic voice spread grandly, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, reaching everyone's ears.
"Dao, Dao Saint?!"
Fu Wanshan trembled all over while drinking tea; the teacup fell to the ground, shattering into pieces with a clatter.
Tang Shishu stood dumbfounded on the spot, his mind blank.
The Canghai Sect people covered their ears, their heads buzzing painfully, collapsing to the ground without understanding what the voice said.
So grand!
Shocking heart and soul, deafening!
"Please."
The next moment, another grand voice came, with a calm tone near cold, devoid of any emotion.
No one knew where the second voice came from.
It was so ethereal, untraceable.
Yet the Dao Saint merely smiled faintly, stepping forward without entering the Canghai Sect, quickly crossing the majestic Canghai Mountain, heading north, reaching the mountain's backside.
Looking ahead, behind the mountain lays a vibrant hilly area.
