Why is it like this?
I can't say.
Actually, he just felt that way in his heart.
Because from the distance, indeed it is closer...
Liao Chen shook his head, spreading his chubby hands:
"I do not know either."
The temple's great abilities, preparing to attempt to reshape the golden bodies of the eighteen arhats stained by demons using the Buddha's light.
This matter is confidential, naturally, it cannot be explained to Meng Chuan, this "outsider".
"Understood."
He wasn't disappointed either.
It's not a big problem, as long as his martial arts fortune is strong enough.
The distance does not matter then...
Meng Chuan continued to sit by the wall with Liao Chen, discussing intel related to the eighteen arhats, gaining a lot.
The big fat monk faced his questions, basically answering all of them.
What he couldn't answer, he deflected with humor.
