The bell outside the Buddha Hall rang, deep and ancient, drifting between the mountains, carrying an ethereal and mysterious sense.
Every person who heard this grand bell couldn't help but stop in their tracks and listen attentively.
Only Li Muyang remained unaffected by the bell. With an indifferent expression, he stepped into the courtyard and stared straight at the old monk in front of him.
Next to the enormous bell, a kasaya-clad monk who was ringing the bell saw Li Muyang and two others appear, stopped his motion, and turned to face them.
"...Mercy of the Buddha."
The bell-ringing monk spoke with a compassionate expression, bringing his hands together in prayer and said, "If the three benefactors leave now and flee north, you can avoid catastrophe and escape the fate of death and dissolution."
"The catastrophe has already arrived, you three should not linger in this land for long."