However, the words spoken by the other party were somewhat surprising to Chu Mo.
Too much killing? Limited magical power? What does that mean? Chu Mo thought about it and realized that his killing indeed was quite heavy.
However, these acts of killing were not something he wanted to create; almost all of them were beyond his control.
At this moment, a young bald monk walked out of the small temple. The monk had a kind face, clear brows, and beautiful eyes, and his gaze contained a gentle light as he looked at Chu Mo with his hands clasped together.
"This humble monk Xu Du greets the donor," he said.
Chu Mo nodded and said to the young monk, "I am Chu Xiaohei."
The young monk smiled slightly and said, "A name is merely an appellation; it doesn't really matter what one is called." With that, he gazed softly at Chu Mo and added, "Has the donor come here for a reason?"
"Oh?" Chu Mo looked at the young monk. "What are you saying? Can't one come here without a reason?"
