Hengyuan frowned and felt that something was wrong. Ever since he said his name, the two monks had been looking at him strangely.
After the message was sent, there was a faint hostility.
"Please lead the way!" Hengyuan lowered his head.
Under the guidance of the gatekeeper monk, they passed through the front yard and the main building and arrived at the backyard.
A middle-aged monk was standing in the corridor under the eaves. He was wearing a monk's robe that was easy to walk in. His face was round and his earlobes were thick.
He looked at Hengyuan with a blank expression.
"Hengyuan of Azure Dragon Temple?" Monk jingchen looked at Hengyuan with a sharp gaze.
"Yes, I am."
Monk Heng Yuan was also scrutinizing Jing Chen. At this point, he had realized that this group of fellow disciples from the Western Region harbored a vague hostility toward him.
