Thud!
Even though Meng Qi had somersaulted in midair, defusing most of the falling force, he used Thousand Pounds Falling to expedite his fall. He swayed upon landing on the ground. The impact sent the sand flying and made two large pits where his feet made contact. His legs were partially buried - all the way up to his calf.
He survived the fall unscathed; he did not even feel any turbulence in his Qi or blood. The sturdiness of his physical body was evident.
Right then, the figure of an elegant and intelligent-looking monk was reflected in his eyes. The monk, wearing a snow-white frock and hemp-sewn shoes, appeared to be in his early twenties. From head to toe, he gave the impression of spotlessness.
Wasn't this the wondrous image of a monk that he had once aspired to have?
"Wrong! This is Junior Brother!"
