'Creak-'
The half-closed door of the palace was pushed open. The young Emperor's gaze swept across the empty Palace and landed on the back of an old man and a young man sitting in front of the Buddha.
"Master bei Wen!"
When the Emperor saw the old monk's back, he immediately called out the identity of this old monk who had existed in the world for five to six hundred years.
This first-grade monk had already reached the realm of half-God, but at this time, he was exuding an air of old age. His head was lowered, like a lifeless stone sculpture, and he did not respond to his call at all.
On the other hand, the other person sitting beside him heard his voice. His body trembled and he slowly turned his head.
It was the face of a young man who was no more than 12 or 13 years old. His lips were red and his teeth were white. His skin was white and his eyes were like black gems. He was very beautiful.
