Who Is Miss Hong?

The young monk knelt on the ground, drenched in sweat.

Beads of sweat constantly dripped down from his forehead.

He looked around in shock.

The spiritual energy in the air had been ignited by something. It affected the cherry tree and forced it to blossom instantly. Resplendent and beautiful cherry blossoms fluttered in the air.

Then, the world shook as a stream of True Qi transformed into a terrifying ancient rune that came crashing down.

The four Human Gods couldn't resist at all.

They directly knelt in front of the courtyard.

They didn't even manage to enter the lone courtyard.

"What… What is this?" The young monk was filled with indescribable shock.

The two Daoist priests looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes. The sensation was akin to that of a horror that engraved itself onto one's bones and onto one's heart. Both of them instantly saw through each other's thoughts.