Responsible for daily management, assisting the Abbot.
Chen Xin remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.
After a while, he didn't reproach the old monk for letting someone in; after all, he was an elder of the temple, even older than him.
Moreover, it was clear that he couldn't be stopped.
[Brother, is this person young, extremely tall?]
The guard pondered, the person's figure seemed fine; with a robe covering him, it wasn't clear, over two meters tall isn't extraordinary in the Martial Arts Realm.
[Very young, at most in his early twenties, his figure is alright, whether he possesses transformation skills, forgive my poor eyesight.]
[Indeed—thank you, Brother.]
He blew out the lamp, unfolded the chair into a bed, and the old monk prepared to sleep.
The following affairs were none of his concern.
"Such turbulent times..."
...
Abbot's courtyard.
Before five o'clock, the skies over mid-Jin were completely dark.
