His gaze swept rapidly over the other party. The white-robed monk before him, who called himself "Wuchen," had a kind and benevolent face, a smile on his lips, and a peaceful air about him. An aura of serenity radiated from his entire body.
Even Zhou Xu, whose emotions had been surging violently after experiencing a fierce battle just moments ago, found himself calming down unconsciously upon seeing the man.
To be honest, Zhou Xu had never expected to encounter a monk in this otherworld. What was more, this was a monk capable of riding the clouds and mist, whose methods were clearly extraordinary.
As the saying went, one did not strike a smiling face, let alone someone who had just helped them.
"Thank you for your assistance just now, Master."
At this moment, Zhou Xu was at least maintaining basic courtesy and politeness.
The Dustless Monk merely smiled faintly upon hearing this, his voice calm and peaceful.
"This humble monk came from the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss. Passing through your esteemed land, I saw evil spirits running amok, so naturally I could not stand by and do nothing."
I nearly thought you came from the Great Tang in the Eastern Lands.
Zhou Xu grumbled inwardly, while his face still wore a faint smile. At the same time, the scraps of information revealed in the other party's words had caught his attention.
"Master, where exactly is this Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss?"
Zhou Xu was not actually unfamiliar with those words. They were a common expression in his original world, but only within myths and legends.
However, recalling the other party's earlier ability to ride the clouds and mist, Zhou Xu suddenly realized that in this world, even if there truly were some Buddha or divine beings, it probably would