"Amitabha."
Under Lü Yang's gaze, the youth with red lips and white teeth smiled faintly. He then put his palms together, a golden light shining in his eyes as he stared straight at Lü Yang.
"Benefactor, your exceptional talent is truly a pleasant surprise for this humble monk."
"...A Monk?"
Lü Yang's brows shot up. He had heard from Chen Xin'an that Monks didn't exist in the North and the South. Even if there were any, they were Rogue Cultivators like Ming Zen.
The true Monks were all in the West.
They didn't cultivate the Ascension Dao, but the Joyful Nirvana Dao, which was said to have its own advantages and was vastly different from the practices in the North and the South.
