The monk looked quite young, with clean brows and distinguished features. Although his grey robes were somewhat worn, frayed at the knees and elbows, when worn by him, they gave an impression of a nobleman in troubled times.
Song Jian was shocked, the monk had appeared about ten meters away from him, within his perception but before his appearance, Song Jian hadn't noticed his presence at all.
Upon seeing Song Jian, a cold glint flashed in the monk's eyes, but quickly his expression softened and he bowed slightly, saying, "Esteemed patron, have you come to offer incense at Zhenmo Temple? It is getting late now, and the temple has closed. Please return tomorrow!"
The monk's tone was friendly, and he had only one shaven scar on his head, looking like a newly recruited novice. However, the scar was a dark red color, and under the dim light, it faintly emitted a subtle red glow, which appeared rather eerie.
