The old monk's gaze pierced through the barrier of time and space and met song qingxiao's eyes.
He had reached the Saint realm, and his aura was as deep as the sea.
Song Qing's lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes became deep.
The old monk stood there, and his spiritual breath seemed to be one with the ancient temple. It was as if his every move could resonate with the entire ancient temple that had been accumulated for many years.
"If you want to leave the temple, you have to bring some Scriptures and ancient books ..."
The red-browed monk, who had already walked a few meters away, did not receive any response. He turned around and realized that the old monk was standing where he was, as if he was lost in thought.
"Senior brother ..."
He called out with a worried look, "
"Did you find something?"
The old monk turned his head and smiled.
"I've found hope."
