Maintenance?
Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback. In his impression, the Shaolin Temple had never had such a situation. No, if he thought about it, there was indeed one instance, but it was about four years ago.
At that time, he was just a Ninth Rank Martial Artist. When he left Fufeng heading for Qingfeng Edge, he encountered a pursuit by White Tiger Hall for the first time. It was the same situation where he couldn't return to the Shaolin Temple. After the so-called maintenance ended, it seemed that nothing had changed in the Shaolin Temple, yet there were some subtle differences.
These changes manifested in many small ways, perhaps a flower, a wisp of wind, a piece of cloud, all coming together to form a tsunami wave that couldn't be ignored, rushing towards him, submerging him within.
If he must draw a conclusion, it was that Heaven and Earth were clear and increasingly real.
