บท 348: The Invitation from Lanke Temple

The young monk was about 25 or 26. He was handsome and looked kind. His skin was slightly tanned and his thin monk robes fluttered in the wind, making him look rather ethereal. However, it was still mid-winter, and it was a wonder that he wasn't cold.

Ning Que grew slightly wary, but it did not show on his face. His smiled slightly and asked, "Does this master know me?"

The monk smiled and said, "This monk guessed."

Ning Que asked in surprise, "You can guess something like that?"

The monk calmly said, "That's because I have met the Calligraphy Addict before, that's why I guessed that you are Mr. Thirteen."

Ning Que thought about the rumors floating about lately and could not help but smile bitterly.