Buddha Peak.
Countless disciples stood in the Buddha Hall.
These disciples all exuded an aura of righteousness, appearing as people of virtue.
But Tang Xuan was sitting cross-legged at the very front, tapping a wooden fish with one hand and twirling prayer beads with the other.
"In three days, the competition will begin. Our Peak Master is truly extraordinary, not anxious at all."
"Whom do you think the Peak Master will choose to participate in this competition?"
"Now that Senior Brother is gone, who could represent our Buddha Peak in the battle?"
"Indeed, the person chosen must have exceptional skills and high moral standards."
Many disciples were anxiously discussing.
After all, this competition is not a trivial matter, as it could determine the future direction and status of Buddha Peak.
Amidst everyone's discussions.
Tang Xuan stopped tapping the wooden fish and gazed at everyone with sharp eyes.
