The Zen Room reverted back to tranquility.
Suddenly, a soft sigh echoed.
"Master Fengxi, why do you insist on helping such a person?"
An elderly, frail figure abruptly appeared.
"Is President Mu dissatisfied with my arrangement?"
Monk Fengxi smiled gently, without a trace of displeasure in his expression.
With a bitter smile, the desolate-looking President Mu said,
"I dare not; if it weren't for Master Fengxi, I could hardly preserve my residual soul and see my granddaughter one last time."
President Mu expressed his gratitude.
He had a brief acquaintance with Monk Fengxi.
That day, after sacrificing himself to Black Water Lake, he couldn't let go of his granddaughter Mu Jin and had been wandering by the lakeside.
It was thanks to Monk Fengxi passing by and saving his residual soul that prevented him from becoming a wandering ghost.
