The mountain was veiled in hazy moonlight, the night silent and still.
Qin Heng sat cross-legged on the high platform before the Golden Buddha Temple's gate, An Yue standing vigilantly by his side. Her expression was cold, her eyes filled with a murderous aura; anyone who dared approach would feel a bone-chilling wind.
Even Little Zhang from the Gophers Sect stood quite far off. It wasn't out of fear, but because his cultivation and strength were too low; he simply couldn't withstand the icy aura emanating from An Yue.
A single level higher in martial arts can be greater than heaven! If the disparity was too great, one simply couldn't withstand even the outwardly manifested aura.
The people around were all holding their breath in rapt attention, some looking up at the moon, others staring at Qin Heng as he sat cross-legged.
