The monk had a dignified appearance, sharp brows and bright eyes, dressed in white robes and wearing monk shoes.
His hands were pressed together in greeting and his gaze was sharp and penetrating.
For some reason, when Xiao Shou's middle finger brushed against him, it suddenly felt hot, and an inexplicable urge to befriend this monk arose.
But Xiao Shou's mind was fixed on Yu Lin.
Not bothering with anything else, he gave a quick nod and said, "I'm fine."
Then he hurried off in pursuit.
Because he left in such a rush, he did not notice that behind the white-robed monk stood another monk in gray robes.
The gray robed monk asked in surprise, "Martial Uncle, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
The white-robed monk replied calmly.
However, his gaze still lingered thoughtfully on his middle finger.
When he had touched that person just now, that finger had suddenly become burning hot, yet he sensed no trace of anything strange or demonic technique.
What exactly was going on?
