Night had just fallen, and the neon lights lining the streets began to emit a soft glow, akin to a luminous dragon that coils through this bustling metropolis, illuminating the night!
In a villa in the suburbs of Jiangzhong City, Qi Jieyu sat on the sofa, her face filled with unprecedented guilt.
Sitting diagonally opposite her was an old monk. Perhaps due to his ascetic practices, he did not have the ruddy complexion common among monks in temples. On the contrary, he emanated an aura of age, especially his eyes, which seemed to have seen through all worldly matters, brimming with wisdom.
Dressed in yellow monk robes and holding a string of Buddha Beads in his hand, he appeared very amiable, and his whole being exuded an aura of benevolence and auspiciousness, involuntarily making one feel a sense of warmth and affinity.
"Master, Jieyu feels an immense guilt for the matter concerning your disciple, if it weren't for me, Master Jing Kong wouldn't have..."
