What he found made his face twist with displeasure.
A group of Buddhist disciples sat in a circle, their cultivation far weaker than his own, yet they radiated a peace that he had never achieved.
For some reason, seeing this scene and the setting around him made pride surge through his heart.
"How can these lesser beings meditate so close to me?" he muttered under his breath. "Do they not know who I am?"
However, he soon shook his head.
What was he thinking? How could such a negative emotion have appeared in his mind?
He began chanting fervently as he suppressed the feeling and returned to his meditation.
More eras passed.
The monk sensed another disturbance and opened his eyes once more.
This time he found a young woman sitting in deep meditation, her spiritual energy extremely pure and bright.
Others had gathered around her, praising her talent and dedication.
Seeing this, the golden-robed monk was reminded of his time in the Buddhist Sect.
