"Amitabha!"
Upon hearing Feng Qing'an's ambitious aspiration, the monk in white robes chanted a Buddhist mantra,
"Benefactor certainly harbors noble aspirations!"
"Master thinks it's good too, right? However, I am currently facing a crisis, and I wonder if you have a way to help me?"
Finding the face in front of him familiar beyond words, Feng Qing'an sought assistance from the monk without any sense of courtesy. Believing in the Divine Powers displayed by the other party when he first entered the Cave Sky to rescue him from the heavenly beings, he was certain it wouldn't be a problem.
"Since this humble monk is here, the benefactor surely has nothing to worry about."
The monk's voice was calm, and there was a quality about him that could soothe the restiveness in people's hearts. Being by his side, Feng Qing'an believed that even if the sky were falling, he could sleep peacefully, without a worry in the world, assured that someone would shoulder everything for him.
