The plain white hems of the garments fluttered in the wind, yet brought no spirit of liveliness, instead adding a touch of eeriness, like manipulated zombie puppets.
Ahead of these people, a grand white Lotus Platform rose.
At the center of the Lotus Platform, there were several blood-red lotus flowers of adult size.
The red was strikingly shocking, like fresh blood ready to drip, a strong scent of blood wafted forward.
It permeated the surrounding air and appeared extremely ghastly and bizarre compared to the pristine white platform.
Beside these strangely beautiful blood-red lotus flowers, an elder silently sat cross-legged on a prayer mat.
The elder's visage was withered, his face marked with ravines like a dried-up, cracked riverbed.
His eyes half-closed, occasionally flashed with a strange white light, revealing a chillingly sinister aura.
Sparse white hair was casually tied at the back of his head, several strands fell upon his shoulders.
