There was a copper mirror in the Quiet Chamber where he was resting, and he couldn't help but look himself over.
Although he was sporting a shiny bald head and wearing a gray Monk's Robe with gold-trimmed sleeves and collar, his handsome features gave him the very appearance of a dashing monk.
But Yang An couldn't help but feel a hint of displeasure, his brows furrowing.
Like the other chosen ones, his Cultivation Level placed him among the Monks, but as the Buddha's Son, he was naturally different.
His Monk's Robe had gold-trimmed sleeves and a collar, just like the robes of the Zen Masters.
This meant the privileges enjoyed by the Buddha's Son were equivalent to those of a Zen Master. Although the position of Buddha's Son was revered, he still needed to raise his official standing within Great Virtue Temple through his Cultivation Level and contributions.
When it came down to it, he was still just one of the Monks—just not one at the very bottom.
