When mentioning Hong Ming, Xiao Feng's calm gaze disappeared for a moment.
Hong Ming, was the former abbot of Anping Temple, the mentor of Hua Ling and Hui Yi and others.
Regarding the impression of this old abbot, Xiao Feng always felt it was very "profound and unpredictable".
From when he was alive to after his death, it was always like this.
Take a recent event, for instance, the golden spheres the old abbot gave Hua Ling were crucial to defeating Gu Shi!
At this moment, with the appearance of the name Hong Ming, Xiao Feng couldn't help but become more serious...
"Why would Hong Ming the old abbot give you such a rating?"
Ma Yuliang took out a matchbox from his pocket, lit up his pipe, took a deep breath, and puffed out some smoke, saying, "Those are past matters, no need to mention them."
Xiao Feng's brow furrowed slightly: "Let's not talk about past matters then, but talk about the current ones. Who exactly are you?"
