"Please take a seat,"
The blind monk waved his hand slightly, seated himself at the principal seat to the north, with the abbot and steward of Iron Mountain Temple accompanying him on each side.
It was apparent that within Iron Mountain Temple, this blind monk held an extremely high status, far above that of the abbot, although he usually kept a low profile.
Ye Feng didn't dither, and immediately sat down, while Hong Qingyan took a seat to the side.
"Judging from the donor's imposing manner, surely he is not from an ordinary household. May I ask where you hail from?" the abbot asked with his hands pressed together in salute.
Ye Feng answered with a smile, "I am here today merely to enjoy some tea. As for my origins, that need not be mentioned."
The abbot replied with a laugh, "It was impertinent of this old monk. As the saying goes, 'A hero need not mention whence he comes.'"
