Future King's refined features wore a faint smile as he walked toward the hall doors beneath the gazes of several elderly monks.
The sudden knocking that had sounded earlier had vanished. Beyond that, even the wind and rain had disappeared at the same time, as though the great hall had fallen into another unfamiliar time and space.
Future King arrived at the door and opened it.
There was no bizarre or uncanny sight. Outside stood a middle-aged monk in plain cloth robes and gray cloth shoes, his face equally ordinary. Aside from also being bald, he did not resemble a Buddhist Sect eminent monk in the slightest, forming a stark contrast with Future King's white dharma treasure monk robes.
"Amitabha. Forgive me for disturbing you so late at night."
The middle-aged monk recited a Buddhist invocation. From beginning to end, he revealed not the slightest unusual aura. Standing there, he seemed like an utterly ordinary person, the sort who would vanish into a crowd and never be found again.
All the elderly monks of Jinfeng Temple were on high alert. They could not sense any information at all; upon closing their eyes, it was as though there was nothing there. One had to know that their cultivation was at least at the Initial Seeking the Way realm. They had no idea how far the other party surpassed them for them to be utterly unable to perceive him.
Future King alone remained unchanged in expression, his smile still present as he stepped aside. "A guest is a guest. We are both people of the Buddhist Sect. Since you have come from afar, it cannot be called a disturbance, much less something to blame."
The middle-aged monk's expression remained the same, unmoved by Future King's words.
He came before the Buddha statue