"These seniors have lived in seclusion for so long that you have probably never heard of them, Huan King. They have emerged this time for the greater cause of China's safety. Allow me to introduce them!"
After the polite greetings at their first meeting, Zhi Ji, looking all the more gracious, dignified, and composed, turned toward Jian Shang at just the right moment and spoke.
"Mm!"
Jian Shang gave Zhi Ji a long look and responded in a low voice.
Zhi Ji blossomed into a radiant smile, her face like a flower, her eyes soft as water.
That single look was enough to make her feel that personally visiting these old seniors, who had all but vanished from the world, and exhausting every means to persuade them to come had been worthwhile!
"These are the only three surviving divine monks of Daluo Temple's Kong generation: Divine Monk Jingkong, Divine Monk Juekong, and Divine Monk Dukong. This is the first time in a hundred years that the three have stepped outside Daluo Temple!"
Zhi Ji began by indicating the three men at the front, dressed as monks in kasayas, with white brows and white beards.
"Amitabha! Greetings, Huan King!"
Divine Monk Jingkong, whose face looked the oldest, pressed his palms together in greeting. Divine Monk Juekong and Divine Monk Dukong merely offered Buddhist salutations without speaking.
Jian Shang cupped his hands in a sincere Jianghu salute of admiration. "Your noble hearts led you to break a century of secluded cultivation for the people of China. You have my deepest respect!"
Zhi Ji glanced at Hua Qiandai and added, "Thirty years ago, over a minor misunderstanding, the Wulin Myth stormed Daluo Temple in anger, only to be driven back by these three divine monks. Only then did the world learn that they