Chapter 226: Targeted by the White Flood-Dragon?

Precious Temple.The sinister wind howled, and cold crows cried.What had once been a pure Buddhist sanctuary now carried an indescribable chill.Inside the meditation room,Abbot Wangyou sat cross-legged.He lowered his head and looked at his hands.His skin was smooth and fine, with faint flowing light moving beneath it. Where was there even half a trace of his previous withered old age?Even now, he still felt that all of this was a dream.“Senior Brother.”The young monk Wangchi sat opposite him, toying with...