Cling! Clang!
The moment he said that the sound of chains rattling sounded from the backyard once more. It was dull and forceful, as though something was struggling repeatedly!
Aiden's heart skipped a beat.
The little fox was rattled and scurried along Aiden's arm into his embrace to hide within.
The old monk's expression was unchanged and there were no emotions in his weathered eyes, as though he could not hear the sound of chains in the backyard.
Aiden was gradually relieved when he saw how composed the old monk was.
However, he was truly curious as to what was behind the sound of chains coming from the backyard.
Why would Morwyn Blackstone want to avoid it so fearfully?
The old monk interrupted Aiden's thoughts and suddenly asked, "I can sense an aura of the religious sects circling around you that isn't from the Saraca Flower. Have you trained a technique of the religious sects before?"