As for the old monk from Tongshou Temple?
He was thinking of a legend passed down within the temple about an ancient kingdom.
It was a scroll, with words that were rather ominous.
The remaining patterns were even more incomplete.
Most had to be guessed by people.
But some descriptions were quite detailed.
Son of the Dragon.
Devouring heaven and earth.
"Does Jason possess such a lineage?"
"It's not very likely, is it?"
The old monk from Tongshou Temple thought this to himself.
However, when he saw Jason pick up a roasted suckling pig, stuff the whole thing into his mouth with one bite, and then grabbed two more roasted suckling pigs, such thoughts began to waver uncontrollably.
"Perhaps... it's not so improbable."
The old monk from Tongshou Temple thought, bringing his hands together in prayer.
Next, the old monk's gaze turned towards the courtyard outside.
After everyone said they had eaten their fill, Hanakaiin Haru signaled that he needed to leave for a while.
