Ye Chenfeng squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the sweeping monk.
Similarly, the sweeping monk was also observing Ye Chenfeng.
At this moment, facing Ye Chenfeng felt like facing the ocean; it seemed calm but contained the most terrifying power, ready to unleash a monstrous wave and destroy everything.
It also felt like the night, utterly silent, serene to the extreme, yet the most mysterious and horrifying, stirring fear deep within one's heart.
It seemed as though any movement would cause the darkness to swallow the universe.
Confronting such an existence, Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but breathe rapidly.
However, after glancing at Ye Chenfeng a few times, the sweeping monk continued cleaning the Thousand Buddha Hall, seemingly ignoring Ye Chenfeng as if he were air.
But Ye Chenfeng dared not be careless; such behavior only highlighted the sweeping monk's terribleness.
"Will the master stop me?"
