The fallen leaves rustle in the forest.
The imposing Evil Spirit City God looks down at the two monks before him from a height.
Though he remains silent, his gaze is indifferent, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.
Needless to say, Jue Xin dared not breathe loudly, and Kong Wen's lips turned pale, sweating palms.
One must admit, the might of the Innate Great Demon is terrifying.
It makes one unable to look directly!
"Lord City God, I, this humble monk, have come without malice, only to speak to you about some good matters!"
The oppressive atmosphere made Kong Wen increasingly tense, and he finally mustered up the courage to express his intent.
"Continue speaking."
The Evil Spirit City God's tone was indifferent, with no emotional fluctuation, still scrutinizing the monk in front of him with a surveying gaze.
As for the baldies from Zen Spirit Temple,
He holds no fondness.
