The middle-aged man in a black robe had sharp features, a prominent nose, and an imposing presence, embodying an unyielding spirit.
It seemed that no matter what came his way, nothing could thwart him, no matter which enemy he faced, none could defeat him.
To Venerable Mingyu, his elder brother Mingxin was like an indestructible mountain, whose peak was too high to see; on Bingli Island, he had no rival.
However, this elder brother excelled in everything, except his heart was somewhat too proud.
He never bothered with the trivial struggles of the mundane world, focusing solely on his spiritual journey, advancing towards his goal.
Whatever disputes of honor, distinctions of high and low, could never stir even a ripple in his heart.
Just like the Beizhou Dynasty occupying vast lands of the Northern Central Plains, to elder brother Mingxin, it was merely a useful tool, a catalyst for fulfilling certain objectives.
