"Strange, why would the Lamas from Zhong Yin Temple come to the White Lotus Sect?"
Seeing the Lamas from Zhong Yin Temple walking into the hall of White Lotus Sect, Chun Xiaoman felt uneasy. She bid farewell to the beggars she was with and quietly followed them.
When she saw that these Lamas were heading to Bai Lingmiao's residence, Chun Xiaoman quickened her pace even more.
Although these Lamas shouldn't act recklessly in the Capital City, she still couldn't help but feel uneasy.
However, before she could follow much longer, a faint sense of death began to seep in from all directions, causing her scalp to tingle and her fingers to go cold as she stood motionless.
Chun Xiaoman struggled desperately, trying to pull out the serrated sword from her waist to perform a Divine Strike, but at this moment her limbs felt like they were frozen, unable to move an inch.
