Daoji stood to one side, watching Jiang Liu and Gaoyang in their deep affection for each other, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he touched his nose, not knowing what to do with himself.
Actually, Daoji had long been aware of the relationship between Jiang Liu and Gaoyang. When they first met at Esquire Zhang's house, the two of them were inseparable.
But times had changed since then. Jiang Liu was no longer an unknown novice monk. He had lit twelve incense scars, becoming the monk with the deepest connection to Buddhism in the entire world, and an example for monks everywhere.
Regarding the relationship between Jiang Liu and Gaoyang, Daoji also held objections in his heart. As a disciple with twelve incense scars, his every word and deed should be beyond reproach.
However, having spent these days in the company of Jiang Liu, he had come to greatly admire him. How could he stand out now and speak words that would spoil the mood? Daoji couldn't bring himself to do it.
