Lu Chengfeng looked at the white lotus on the old monk's fingertip and withdrew three feet, as if avoiding a viper or scorpion, his head shaking like a rattle.
"This treasure is truly beyond my fortune to bear, Master, please give it to someone else!"
The old monk's face was calm as though he had long foreseen this scene before him. "This white lotus is formed by causality and born of creation. If it leaves my fingertip, it will seek out a predestined person."
"If you do not take it, you may regret it for the rest of your life."
Lu Chengfeng was a person whose heart was as firm as iron and would not be swayed by three words. However, after hearing these words, he inexplicably felt his heart skip a beat, as if it were some sort of omen.
He furrowed his brow slightly, "Master, why did you choose me?"
