Bab 710: The Light of Buddha

The vast square was surrounded by statues of Buddha. Ning Zitong stood at one side of the referee. She regarded the red-clad Holy Monk, Fayuan, with amusement and sentimentality as he slowly walked towards her. 

A fight like this always took her back to the days when she just attained Physical Invulnerability. At that time, Fayuan wasn't the abbot of Daxing Temple yet. Even so, he had been upholding his record for his "Silent Zen" in years. She, who was still young at heart back then, desperately tried to provoke him into talking. Right as she was about to succeed, the referee announced the start of the competition. She was bitter about it. 

And thus, she tried again, and again, and again… Time flew by, and they had aged before they realized. 

The youthful beauty in her primes was already a middle-aged lady, and fifties didn't seem all that far away.