In front of him, a young man dressed in a yellow monk robe, clutching a string of yellow Buddha beads, suddenly appeared.
At his waist hung a pure yellow bell, only the size of a palm.
Looking at the figure before him, familiar yet somehow strange,
Luo Ping couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
Not far from Luo Ping, Lu Jun,
was already furrowing his brows tightly at this moment.
A flash of wariness quickly passed through his eyes.
Even as he leaned towards Luo Ping, he called out loudly to someone outside the room.
However, Lu Jun merely called out once.
After which, he was stopped by Luo Ping.
"Amitabha..."
The young man with a rather upright and handsome appearance placed his palms together, bowed to Luo Ping in front of him, and then said in a low voice, "A year has passed, I wonder how the Family Head has been lately?"
Luo Ping stared at the person before him for a long time.
