In the convent, Chu Dazhuang stepped through the gate once again.
From a distance, the surrounding displays were majestic, adorned with divine statues everywhere.
However, Chu Dazhuang found it a bit strange that this nunnery seemed out of place compared to everything else around.
The surroundings had both Buddhist and Taoist structures.
Dual Cultivation?
Probably not.
Chu Dazhuang stood there, surveying the arrangement around him and shook his head slightly after looking around.
He didn't quite understand what it all meant.
But this was not what Chu Dazhuang cared about.
He wasn't a Buddhist, nor a Taoist.
He was just an ordinary person who, in their eyes, was merely a sentient being endlessly cycling through the suffering of the world.
Chu Dazhuang took a step and continued walking inside.
As he walked closer, the sound of chanting became more apparent, clearer.
Chu Dazhuang stopped and looked around.
