It was a lad of about sixteen or seventeen, looking not much older than Jueming's junior brother, Yuan Xin!
The admonition of Grandmaster Shinan echoed in his ears, and Meng Chuan quickly put away any 'disrespectful' thoughts.
The so-called Senior Brother Ding Guang in the mouths of the monks was slender, not tall, with his right hand lightly covering his yawning mouth and nose.
Then his eyes opened, clear and innocent like those of a glass child, with a faint golden circular mark intermittently visible on his forehead.
"..."
The boyish appearance was completely contrary to the ancient, dignified, and powerful image he had in his mind.
But Meng Chuan did not display even the slightest contempt.
The Qi Observation Skill transcended the realm of perception, detecting a unique trace of aura.
Unlike any 'great martial arts master' he had ever seen, the Zen charm within was like an eternal lamp, silent yet transparent, extending endlessly.
