In the eyes of others, the four giants confronting each other revealed the images of the Golden Bodhisattva, the Fusang Tree, the Azure Dragon Auspicious Cloud, and the rolling white gas.
However, in their eyes, it was their usual appearance.
Beneath the golden Bodhisattva was a solemn old monk in a kasaya. His face was filled with compassion.
Under the Fusang tree was a middle-aged man in white. He was wearing hemp shoes and had a long saber in a black scabbard behind his waist.
In the pitch-black Dragon Awe Auspicious Cloud stood an old woman who looked kind and amiable.
The white smoke was like clouds and water, and it complemented a tall and thin man. He looked to be in his thirties. His facial features were ordinary, but the light in his eyes was soul-stirring.
"Benefactor Zhu, you're here too."
The old monk in the kasaya put his palms together and looked at the man in the white gas.
"Master Puhui, how have you been?"
