Da Feng Dynasty, White Lotus Prefecture, White Brahma Temple.
Within a palace emanating a thick aura of White Brahma Force and a heavy oppressive might.
At this moment, an old monk dressed in a White Lotus Monk Robe.
He sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly closed.
His mouth appeared to be continuously muttering some words.
"Elder Monk."
Suddenly, the voice of a young man resonated from behind the old monk.
The Elder Monk did not turn his head.
But he knew all too well.
Behind him stood his most satisfactory direct Disciple.
"Elder Monk, the conflict between the Qingshi City Luo Family and the Da Feng Dynasty has gradually reached a fever pitch."
"Should we...?"
"Take part in it?"
The young monk, whose looks were handsome to the point of being somewhat bewitching,
stood silently behind the Elder Monk.
He spoke to the Elder Monk with utmost respect.
However, the Elder Monk did not verbally respond to the words of the handsome, somewhat bewitching young monk.