It's not only because he and Mo Duxing have some similarities, but also because this person possesses certain appealing qualities.
Brief when there's little to say, lengthy when there is, in no time the group arrived before the mountain gate.
Several Taiheng Sect disciples were already lined up before the gate; Guan Changying stood on the steps, dressed in white, with a sword at his waist, his figure tall and outstanding.
Chu Qing and the others, being guests, stood to one side, stealing glances.
But those like Enlightenment, were yet to arrive.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Sword City, a group of monks was crossing through the streets.
At the forefront were eight martial monks baring half their shoulders, each with strong muscles and large Buddhist beads hanging from their chests, moving with might and power.
Behind them were four novice monks, holding flower baskets in their hands.
The baskets were filled with petals, unsure where they were sourced in this harsh winter.
