Long Qingxuan was also sizing up this colleague at this moment.
To be able to enter the Imperial Palace at such a time, simply on the strength of a single notice, this Monk Fengxi's identity was already clear as day.
He just hadn't expected that the current Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship of the Taichang Temple would be this young, and moreover, with such transcendent looks?
Long Qingxuan was already a handsome youth, elegant and debonair, yet standing before this bald-headed monk who looked even younger than himself, he couldn't help but feel a faint sense of shame.
The monk carried an otherworldly aura, and those eyes of his seemed able to pierce straight through the human heart at a single glance, making people forget the mundane the moment they saw him.
"This is Master Fengxi… I am Long Qingxuan, supervisor of the Taichang Holy Institute."
Long Qingxuan was fairly courteous and offered a bow.
