Qi Mingyun was stunned, a monk, the kind that can't eat meat?
He lowered his head, so was he destined to be a child nobody wanted?
Teng Zhao looked at the child's obviously ill-fitting and outdated clothes, and said: "Child, would you like to be my disciple?"
Qi Mingyun tugged at the corner of his clothes, saying nothing, and quietly glanced at Teng Zhao.
The person before him, was he a monk? But he didn't have a shaved head, and although he wore a plain robe, it was embroidered with strange patterns, with his hair pinned up using a wooden hairpin.
He was young and handsome, with an indifferent air. He didn't look like a monk, but felt very powerful, even more so than the Imperial Grandfather.
He seemed very stern!
Teng Zhao saw that he said nothing and continued: "You will only survive if you attain Enlightenment, otherwise, with your Life Chart, you won't live past ten."
