Under the guidance of Tielei, Ning Fan passed through a secret door and entered the temple's interior.
Tall stone pillars made this place extraordinarily spacious, meanwhile making people appear utterly insignificant, spontaneously evoking a sense of reverence.
"I wonder where Master Ning comes from?"
Ning Fan responded with complete sincerity, "An old hermit of no name or renown."
There's nothing wrong with that statement! He genuinely didn't know the old man's name.
Tielei's gaze flickered briefly, then he smiled and said, "The temperament of a reclusive high master is always like this."
After the pleasantries, Tielei continued, "It's said that Master Ning at the western outskirts..."
"Hold on. Let's not talk about that." Ning Fan's face darkened with displeasure and said, "Otherwise, we should just go our separate ways."
Everywhere he went, people mentioned that matter, Ning Fan was really about to lose it.
