"You must be Abbot Mu Lian, the first patriarch of the Temple of Eternal Body."
Noah glanced at Xu Tianhua standing on the side, still standing with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, before turning his attention to the front.
Standing before him was an old monk; his back was straight despite his aged appearance. He looked so old that his skin was sagging and his eyes were popping out, not to mention his body appeared to be translucent.
His expression confirmed one thing: that he was not standing before Noah in his body, but instead it was his soul form that was present before him.
"Who I am is a whisper of the past." The old man smiled warmly, "And you are someone intriguing. Even though you could have left the illusion at any point, you chose to continue anyway."
