In the black hole appeared a pitch-black cave.
And in front of Yang Yan, there was an old monk covered in weeds.
Looking at the weeds on him, it was unclear how long he had been in meditation here.
"Prophetic Monk, I came here just to try my luck, not really expecting much."
"I just didn't expect my luck to be so good that I stumbled upon you like this!"
Yang Yan looked at the monk in front of him, almost covered by weeds, and said with a smile.
"Everything in the world is predestined, it's neither you who found me, nor I who encountered you."
"Our meeting today was inevitable, do you understand what I'm saying?"
The monk looked at Yang Yan and said slowly.
"Heh! Anyone who didn't know would think you're one of those great swindlers from Huaxia, using all kinds of so-called clever words."
"Or is it that all the monks in this world are like this?"
Yang Yan laughed as he spoke.
"Are you really happy? Aren't you worried about the upheaval in the world to come?"
