Qin Hao stood in front of the luxurious carriage, observing the Bright Hall.
On the plaque, not only were there the three large characters for Bright Hall, but also smaller characters around them, and they were in Sanskrit.
The entire palace radiated golden light, harmonious and magnificent, giving off a sense of tranquility. Could this be a monk's palace?
The people around the Bright Hall glanced at Qin Hao's carriage and then turned away. The carriage looked decent, but to them, it was just a low-class vehicle, a piece of junk.
Qin Hao's carriage continued to fly forward, but it was quickly stopped: "This is the territory of our Hunyuan Sect, scram!"
The person speaking was a disciple of Hunyuan Sect, quite aggressive and domineering. Although Qin Hao's carriage was nice, it was utterly insignificant in the face of a top force like Hunyuan Sect.
Qin Hao glared coldly at the Hunyuan Sect disciple: "Do you want to die? How dare you stop my carriage."
