"The Saint, Dylan Scot,"
Chen White's gaze was firm, as though he was still immersed in the life story of the Saint, Dylan Scot.
He exhaled slowly, releasing a breath that was muddled with confusion. Every inch of him appeared to be enlightened in a certain manner.
Seeing the changes taking place within him, Chen White couldn't help but gaze a few more times at the rune-engraved monument in front of him.
Without any hesitation, Chen White immediately plunged into the life story of the next Saint. The scenes before his eyes began to slowly shift and change.
Chen White, a young man born into poverty, adorned in a simple white attire, his charming face often masked with determination. He grew up in a remote little village. His parents passed away prematurely, and to feed himself and his old grandmother, he had to farm.