Even if he had not come to see him, he would likely have recovered on his own. It was just a coincidence that he had stumbled upon it. Seeing this, the father and daughter of the Chi family felt even more profound respect for Ye Qingyun. This was truly an expert; in his eyes, the grace of saving a life and the virtue of a new beginning were of no consequence. Such noble character was beyond the reach of any flowery language.
Guoxiaoyun, however, sighed. It seemed this woman was not going to be his master’s wife.
At the same time, at the western border of the Tianwu Dynasty, a pillar of golden light surged into the sky, slowly approaching from the west. The soldiers at the border had already spotted this Buddhist light and were on high alert. As the golden light drew near, the onlookers finally saw clearly: an old monk in white robes, barefoot, fingers counting prayer beads, his expression serene. The waves of golden light were emanating from this very monk.
Chapter 27