Chương 13: Wind of the Suspending Golden Pagoda

The world inside the door was entirely different.

After spitting out the blade of grass he had been chewing, Ai Hui had just stepped into the Suspending Golden Pagoda before he was battered and overwhelmed by intense gales.

All he could hear were the deafening roars of the wind—a fierce sound that he had never heard before. Beneath him were iron fences, and violent metal winds that spewed from the depths swirled into a turbulent vortex that stormed throughout the pagoda.

Yet before he could gain his footing, Ai Hui was sent flying into the air by the wind. Like a lone leaf swaying in a storm, all he could sense was the world spinning around him.

Bang!

Ai Hui grimaced with severe pain as his back forcefully slammed into a wall. The metal wind was so severe that he could not even open his eyes. Even worse, it felt like innumerable small needles were pricking through his muscles and piercing deep into his bones.