Hearing the voice from behind, Xu Yunfan's eye twitched slightly. He reined in his Magical Power, his Divine Sense instantly sweeping behind him.
He silently turned to face the source of the sound.
The newcomer was a monk.
He wore a coarse hemp Kasaya, washed so many times it had faded, with clear signs of starching, yet it was spotlessly clean. His features were simple and unadorned, his face not young. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like carved lines, yet his brow held an ineffable clarity and tranquility, like glass formed from millennia of settled glacial melt.
His brow bone was prominent, forming a naturally compassionate arch. Beneath his lowered eyelids, his gaze was gentle and placid, as if hiding two bottomless pools of water that could reflect a person's heart and wash away the dust of the world.
