With each of the young man's breaths, a watery current seemed to slowly flow.
As he slowly pressed his palms downward, it gradually receded into his body, returning to his Dantian.
He opened his eyes, and the temple priest's heart skipped a beat.
The temple priest didn't know why. There was clearly no killing intent in the young man's eyes, yet a chill ran down his spine.
It was as if he weren't looking at a pair of eyes, but into a bottomless abyss.
Gazing any longer felt like risking being pulled in completely.
Fortunately, the young man blinked a couple of times, and the feeling vanished.
The young man's expression broke into a warm smile.
"Thank you for everything during this time."
"You're too kind, Sir. If you hadn't saved me, I would have been long dead.
"When you suddenly vanished a while back, it truly gave me a fright.
"Thankfully, heaven smiles upon good people like you…"
The temple priest rambled on.
The young man just smiled, paying it no mind, and asked:
