The Truth of the Buddha: Eternal Withering and Flourishing, Super Seniority!

He was actually a youth of sixteen or seventeen, looking only slightly older than Jueming's junior brother, Yuanxin!

Master Shi Nan's warning echoed in Meng Chuan's ears, and he immediately put away his disrespectful thoughts.

The so-called Senior Brother Dingguang among the monks was thin and not very tall. He was covering his yawning mouth and nose with his right hand.

Then his eyes opened. They were clear and youthful, like those of a glass-eyed child, while a faintly visible pale-golden circular mark appeared between his brows.

The youth's appearance was completely at odds with the ancient, dignified, and powerful image in Meng Chuan's mind.

Yet Meng Chuan did not look down on him in the slightest.

The Qi-Gazing Technique surpassed the limits of perception, allowing him to sense a unique aura.

It was entirely different from the "great martial experts" he had seen before. The Zen charm within it was like a lamp that had burned brightly for all eternity—silent yet lucid, stretching on without end.

This aroused a trace of curiosity in Meng Chuan.

At the same time, Senior Brother Dingguang's gaze swept over the crowd. A strand of it fell upon Meng Chuan, yet it seemed almost tangible, its weight tremendously oppressive.

A thin layer of light pressed against his shoulders and spine, its might actually comparable to that of the thousand tons of water in the pool that day.

Meng Chuan lowered his head, his brows sinking even further.

He swept his peripheral vision over the others and sighed inwardly. Every single person in Shaolin is a master of Horizontal Training.

Were the others truly feeling the same thing?

Seeing that none of the monks showed even the slightest sign of bearing pressure, he felt somewhat puzzled.

Just as he was pondering this, that oppressive weight