An Jing listened and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Han Wenxin hurrying in.
"What's the matter?" An Jing couldn't help but ask.
Han Wenxin looked melancholy and said, "My father told me to go to Fa Xi Temple and become a monk."
"Really?" An Jing asked, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Han Wenxin was the sole heir of the third generation of the Han Family. Could Han Ju really intend for Han Wenxin to become a monk? Could it be true?
Tan Yun placed her hands together before her chest, smiled and said, "Isn't that great? By becoming a monk, you can forget all worries and sorrows. Everything becomes empty."
An Jing glanced at Tan Yun, who clasped her hands in an adorable manner, then his eyes involuntarily moved to the surging waves at her chest...
Han Wenxin took a deep breath and sighed, "My father says that my cultivation still needs honing, and he wants me to go to Fa Xi Temple to learn Buddhist martial arts."
