Amidst the loud laughter, the sound retreated like the tide.
Xue An stood in place, his gaze flickering uncertainly, then slowly raised his hand, sniffing lightly at his fingertips.
Although that phantom shattered quickly, his fingers still touched a trace of its edge.
Thus, a faint scent remained on his fingertips.
Yet it was this faint scent that suddenly reminded Xue An of something, and his eyes shone brightly as he turned to look at Yue Qinghuan standing at the back of the crowd.
Yue Qinghuan shrugged slightly, then nodded with a mysterious smile.
Xue An gave Yue Qinghuan a long, deep look, then turned to the approaching crowd and said.
"Prepare immediately!"
"Prepare for what?" Huyue asked, somewhat bewildered.
"Prepare for... the real battle!"
Meanwhile, in front of the copper doors of the Buddha Kingdom.
Looking at Ying Lou, who was still in a trance and hadn't awakened, a gloomy color appeared on Yue Sha's increasingly pale face.
