Dong dong, dong dong. At that moment, the rhythmic knocking on the school door echoed through the air. Concurrently, the Village Chief, the elderly man, was embroiled in an intense struggle against the layers of Buddhist light.
However, he found himself unable to breach the barrier created by the young monk's sacred aura. Instead, he could only skirt around the outer perimeter, occasionally attempting to penetrate it.
Lu Zheng shook his head, understanding dawning. "Now I see why you managed to evade my concealed weapons at the village entrance."
Initially, he had attributed it to the Village Chief's luck, but now it was evident that the Elder Village Chief's skill as a Physical Master had enabled him to avoid the projectiles.
Qiao Mu remained unfazed.
To govern such an extensive underground village, the Elder Village Chief must have possessed considerable abilities.
