Even when the hairy burly man engaged in a conflict with Ming Zhen, the purple-robed cultivator did not raise his head once. He had a calm expression and stayed out of things completely.
It was as though everything was not important for him.
In the eyes of the purple-robed cultivator, there was only the Mystic Dharmic Lotus Sutra in his hands.
However, the instant the voice rang, he frowned.
This was the first time he had expressed emotions ever since he entered the old temple.
After a moment of delay, the purple-robed cultivator raised his head slowly towards the voice.
Unknowingly, another monk had appeared in the courtyard.
Dressed in gray monk robes, he had refined features and a calm expression. His eyes shone with a clear glow, as though he could peer through all the wisdom in the universe.
The moment the purple-robed cultivator caught sight of the gray-robed monk, he frowned again.
His pupils constricted sinisterly.