At night, the temple returned to its usual calm state. The blood stains on the ground had been cleaned.
The old monk, on the other hand, chanted sutras with those few young monks.
After the young monks fell asleep, the old monk went to the shore of the Vast Sea alone and looked toward the center of the sea.
Right now, he really wanted to have a chat with Yuchi and ask if he was that mysterious person.
However, the red-crowned crane had been constantly advising him not to go to the small island and disturb Yuchi, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Do you think he was the mysterious person who protected us?" the old monk asked the red-crowned crane.
The red-crowned crane's expression was somewhat helpless.
"Does the answer even matter in this situation?"
"The other party doesn't even care, so why are you bothered about it?"
