The sudden voice caused Heir of the Little Immortal Realm Xiong Dao to pause, his sword momentum slowed. In that momentary pause, he suddenly realized something and was even more astonished, immediately abandoning his attack, looking around. The shock in his heart reached its peak in an instant. Who was the one answering his question just now? The terrifying thing was, he hadn't even asked aloud; this question only flashed in his mind. Who heard his internal angry shout and answered it...
The answer was strange too, the voice ethereal and elusive, like the Buddhist sounds of Spirit Mountain, touching one's heart, yet the content was ordinary.
"Om Mani Padme Hum..."
