In the fields, the old man was turning the soil over.
This task wasn't all that urgent; working a portion of it each day was enough, making planting in the coming spring much more convenient.
Better to move around out here than let his body rust at home.
Along the earthen ridges, a handsome young man approached.
The youth had clear and distinct eyebrows and eyes; his temperament was exceptionally good.
It's just that his demeanour... was somewhat sneaky.
"Old man, I'd like to inquire about something..."
However, belonging to the sacred land of Buddhism, the local customs were honest and simple. The old man didn't have any bad suspicions.
He just leisurely crumbled the soil clods, with a smile of kind benevolence, "What is it?"
This young man was naturally Jiang Wang. When he mentioned the name Ku Jue, he looked around; the shadow cast by the old yellow-faced monk was indeed large.
