Elder brother?!
What is this monk shouting about?
Seeing the monk's gaze fixed on him and calling out unconscious address, Feng Qing'an frowned slightly. But soon he noticed the mix of surprise and recognition on the face of this young-looking high-ranking monk.
The high-ranking monk, draped in a deep blue kasaya, held a Purple Gold Bowl in one hand and a Nine Ring Copper Staff in the other. His tall stature and formidable physique, which the kasaya could not conceal, fully demonstrated his virtue as a high-ranking monk.
Standing not too far away, Feng Qing'an could feel the hot surge of blood energy within this monk. Such a terrifying physique was why he instantly recognized the other as a high-ranking monk. With such furnace-like vigor, which demon would dare to defy him? Who would dare say he is not a high-ranking monk?
"Amitabha."
