"The Vajra Temple's Fuluo!"
Su Moran's pupils contracted.
"This humble monk, Fuluo, greets Mr. Ye and Miss Su!"
The monk dressed in black smiled, nodding slightly. His gaze lingered momentarily on Su Moran, "I never expected that after a few years apart, I would meet Miss Su again in such a situation!"
Su Moran's face was gloomy and silent.
"Fuluo?"
Ye Qingchen narrowed his eyes slightly.
He naturally understood that in the Vajra Temple, only two people used the Buddhist name: one is the current abbot, the other is his junior brother. It could be said that he was second only to one person in Vajra Temple!
Moreover, judging from Su Moran's expression, the strength of this black-clad Fuluo should be on par with her at her peak.
"I should have guessed long ago, since the Thirty-Six Sects set a trap to kill me, how could they leave a flaw on purpose? The so-called underground river undercurrents were probably a trick of yours, right?"
