A Monk

The disciples gazed at the clean courtyard and the plants that were in it. The paved path, the auspicious statues and even the ponds were mesmerizing to them. There was a strange air in the place that calmed down their minds.

They continued to talk and talk, before eventually reaching the main building, which was nothing but the shrine inside. They came to a halt and hesitated to enter it.

"Are guests not going to come inside?" A voice suddenly came out of the shrine.

Hearing this, everyone was startled.

"W-who?!" The Nascent soul realm senior brother was stunned.

He couldn't tell who the voice belonged to and realized that there was no way to use his spirit sense, either. The entire courtyard was like a locked area where the spirit sense simply did not work.