The dharma talk ended, and everyone in the plaza began to disperse.
Hearing Jiang Shan's voice, Lu Mingyuan turned, placed his palms together, and bowed.
"Amitabha Buddha. How may I help you, Master Jiang Shan?"
The man's expression was perfectly serene, his eyes clear and pure, as if he could see right through anyone he looked at.
Even someone as confident as Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but feel a flicker of unease.
'Has this white-robed Monk seen through my identity?'
"You seem to possess no Merit Power. Are you purely a Martial Artist?"
Jiang Shan asked with a smile.
As a rule, any Buddhist Cultivator who reached the Third Realm would possess Merit Power. Yet this monk before him, with his thick brows and large eyes, had not a shred of it. He only had a dense Qi and Blood Power, which was exceedingly rare.
