The young monk stood tall, draped in a gold-plated kasaya, his face exquisite, lips red and teeth white, a small auspicious red mole at the center of his brow, eyes as bright as stars, possessing a beauty that slightly surpassed the godlike visage of Bai Lechan.
His temperament was transcendent and ethereal, akin to a Banished Immortal.
Standing atop the great hall, he immediately captured everyone's gaze.
Even True Man Gai, who initially paid little attention, couldn't help but secretly praise:
"A handsome little monk indeed!"
He was not a vulgar person who cared about superficial appearances, but the young monk's temperament was truly transcendent and indescribably noble.
In his heart, there was less contempt, and he became somewhat more respectful.
Buddha Tianyin looked at the young monk standing in the crowd and nodded in satisfaction, his eyes — one black, one azure-purple — full of comfort, stroking his beard and nodding, then introduced him to True Man Gai and Wang Ba:
