Puji's smiling face was harmless to both humans and animals, looking like a gentleman. He was part of the Buddhist sect, not only having a good temper but also being unafraid.
After all, even if you annoyed people from Precious Light Temple, there wouldn't be a threat to life, and of course, no one would be foolish enough to provoke those powerful monks; that would be asking for trouble.
He brought two disciples with him. The older disciple was steadfast, every word and action conformed to Buddhist etiquette. However, the younger disciple Ming Ling looked around and giggled as he saw Wang Xuan.
"Wang Xuan, take your senior Puji to his seat. You've spent quite some time at Wuyou Temple, these days it's up to you to entertain them," He Fang instructed, and Wang Xuan nodded slightly.
