The sound of the sermon gradually grew clearer and louder.
But the language was so obscure and difficult to understand that it was like listening to gibberish to Lin Yi.
The white tiger next to him was sprawled out, fast asleep.
It seemed to have no interest in the Daoist voice whatsoever.
Suddenly, Lin Yi's pupils constricted.
He saw that in the distant cosmos...
Countless stars outlined a human figure.
An old man in a Daoist robe was floating cross-legged high above the heavens.
His eyes were slightly lowered, possessing a natural, unforced authority.
His hands formed a Dharma Seal, and his body seemed to radiate dazzling golden light.
'It's him again... this is the second time he's appeared in the Star River.'
Lin Yi remembered the first time he had seen him.
He had been grievously injured, and the man's appearance had helped repair the damage to his body.
After that, he had never seen him again.
Now, this Daoist had appeared once more.
