"My apologies for the madman's rudeness, having torn the monk's robes. Allow me to apologize." The squad leader, seeing Chan'er in his Buddhist attire, quickly rushed over and gave a bow as he spoke.
Although Chan'er was young, the squad leader did not dare underestimate him. There were indeed numerous young high monks revered across the Thirty-Six Nations of the Western Regions, several of whom belonged to the Black Chicken Kingdom.
"Clothing is but an external possession; its tearing is merely due to its karma, benefactor, there is no need to concern yourself. However, who is that frenzied man who was asking this humble monk about the benevolent one who could cross him over?" Chan'er asked after returning the bow.
"He's a madman. No one knows where he came from. He's been wandering around Red Valley City for years, babbling nonsense. Master Chan'er, please pay him no mind." The squad leader assured him with a smile.
