The light surrounding his stick-like fingers gradually faded away as it swayed like a small heatless fire. It reminded one of the little lamplights on a windy and stormy night that seemed to extinguish anytime yet it would never extinguish.
Ye Hongyu gazed at the holy light between Master Lotus' fingers, her eyes perplexed. Mo Shanshan was not any better than her as her eyes filled with shock. They could clearly feel the holy aura emitting from the light and couldn't help thinking over Master Lotus' words. They could not keep calm.
Ning Que's cultivation state and knowledge were not as high as the two ladies. Hence, he did not appear as shock as them. He was only surprised why the old monk's enigmatic Divine Skill was not pressurizing at all despite his advanced state? It was as if his existence was fictitious.