C527 Poison Dragon Sect

"Amitabha, who are you!" The monk whispered to the bamboo flute.

However, no one answered his words. Instead, the sound of the bamboo flute got closer and closer. The rustling sounds became more concentrated.

"Snake!" As they were all Inner Qi Cultivators, they could already see things at night.

He only saw a one metre long, hissing snake appear in front of the two of them