"Since Mr. Chu has been so kind to our Liu family, and in the future, Liu Liu will rely heavily on Mr. Chu's care, let me bestow upon you a piece of fortune!"
The elderly man beside him, whose face was originally deathly pale, suddenly exhibited a touch of rosiness, as if a lamp before its death throes, reviving with a last burst of light. At this moment, Liu Ping's entire being suddenly emitted a powerful and auspicious aura. In just an instant, enveloped by this warm aura, Chu Mo actually felt a cozy warmth.
As Chu Mo was taken aback, the old man beside him slowly said:
"Here it comes!"
No sooner had the old man spoken than a residual image appeared in the space right before Chu Mo's eyes. The next moment, in the mere blink of an eye, a Shaolin monk clad in a kasaya appeared out of thin air in the hall.
