The visitor was an old monk with a gaunt face, his wrinkles deeply etched with the marks of time. Yet his eyes were as clear as an infant's, and as profound as an ancient well.
He radiated no aura whatsoever—neither the tranquility of the Buddhist Sect nor the sharp edge of a martial artist. Standing there, he seemed to have merged with his surroundings. If not for seeing him with the naked eye, one's Spiritual Sense would be completely unable to detect his presence.
"I am Seven Sufferings, the former Dean of the Great Sun Institute at Forgotten Intent Pavilion."
The old monk in black robes pressed his palms together and gave a slight nod, his tone devoid of joy or sorrow.
"Forgotten Intent Pavilion!?"
Chen Qing's brow furrowed, and he was even more shaken inwardly. "Master, you are an eminent monk from the Pure Land!?"
Pure Land!
Located west of the Great Yan Dynasty, it was a vast, boundless Buddha Country.
