As if influenced by Xie Tian's skyrocketing resentment, or perhaps due to the emergence of the Master Wuchen, the blazing sun over Bianliang City was obscured by a layer of Wu Yun clouds which resembled the black kasaya he wore.
Although the elderly black-robed monk was expressionless, a light smile graced the faces of the Palace Elder and Wen Shui. Master Wuchen rarely left Wuchen Temple, so his personal visit to Bianliang City was exceedingly beneficial for Xie Tian.
Upon seeing Master Wuchen take his seat, Zhao Ye then sat down and asked with a smile, "Master usually meditates quietly in Wuchen Temple. What brings you into the secular world today?"
"Amitabha, a whim," Master Wuchen chanted the Buddha's name.
The Palace Elder chuckled, "Did the Master come for Xie Tian? I assume the Master has noticed this child's extraordinary talents. If he were truly taught by the Master, his future achievements would be boundless!"
