An elderly Buddhist monk stood beside Xu Zhen, his hands pressed together in prayer. His aged eyes were wide and glaring like a wrathful Vajra, shooting out golden light that resembled countless needles. In an instant, he saw Chen Xuan’s party soaring up from the ethereal mountains below with perfect clarity.
"Xu Zhen, they are coming up."
Hearing the monk’s words, everyone knew his ocular technique had revealed the situation of Chen Xuan’s party. They immediately braced themselves, their expressions growing increasingly tense.
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