Abbot Tonghua's eyes were exceptionally bright, like sunlight on a clear day, full of a warm glow.
The light washed over everyone, making them feel warm, comfortable, and safe.
When the citizen of the White Elephant Empire met Abbot Tonghua's gaze, he couldn't help but feel a surge of guilt.
He suddenly remembered that this very street, all the citizens of the White Elephant Empire on it, and the surrounding buildings had nearly been razed to the ground—utterly destroyed—by that rotting lizard Evil Spirit.
The severed limbs and mangled remains on the ground were the best proof of that.
It was this kind-faced monk and his followers who had intervened and saved them—the very citizens of the White Elephant Empire who now stood here, talking and questioning him.
And now, he was stirring up the crowd, leading the other citizens of the White Elephant Empire to question and doubt Abbot Tonghua.
This was clearly an act of profound ingratitude.
