Maitreya?
The old Daoist had no visible reaction, his eyes merely deepening as he stared at the big-bellied monk before him.
The history of the Current World was fragmented, and Lu Xuan didn't know much about it. During his years in the Spring and Autumn Period, he had been entirely focused on spreading his teachings and providing disaster relief. What little he learned was about the Immortal Gods of the Five Directions Celestial Court, with no mention of the Buddhist Sect.
Lü Niangrong, at his side, didn't give it much thought, assuming it was just a coincidence. Her gaze remained fixed on the growing number of thugs from the three chambers of commerce appearing in all directions.
Only Zhao Zheng felt a chill run down his spine.
He didn't worship Buddha, but as a future, predetermined Monarch of the Qin Kingdom, he knew a thing or two. He wasn't as oblivious as Lü Niangrong and understood the current prestige and reputation of his own adoptive ancestor...
