The white monk's robe appeared especially bright and eye-catching under the moonlight. His bald head looked as bright as a bulb. With just one glance, the attendant recognized the person. It was the protagonist of the evening who had completely turned the tides—Fangzheng!
The attendant narrowed his eyes as he took a deep breath, walked over, and without waiting for Fangzheng to say a word, he said, "Abbot Fangzheng, it's over downstairs. Everyone asked me to look for you."
"Once This Penniless Monk leaves, you'll be leaving with this hang glider, am I right?" Fangzheng slowly turned his head back and looked at the flabbergasted attendant. "Patron Red Shirt?"
The attendant's eyes flashed a look of horror as he said, "Master, don't speak nonsense. Otherwise, I'm dead. I'm just an ordinary attendant."
