Everyone noticed the oddity with Cui Shan, and they looked at him, not understanding why he was always staring at a monk.
"Cough, cough," Cui Boyong coughed lightly, hoping to make his son act more reserved.
However, Cui Shan did not heed his father; his gaze was fixed on Ling Tong.
Ling Tong smiled slightly and said, "Benefactor Cui, it has been a long time."
Cui Shan's body trembled, and he revealed an incredulous expression, exclaiming, "Are you really Ling Tong?"
His expression was filled with shock, clearly overwhelmed by the encounter.
Cui Boyong furrowed his brows. Ling Tong—he had heard his son mention him—a child not much older than twelve or thirteen. But the person before him was clearly an adult.
"Amitābha, Benefactor Cui, we met a year ago, and I told you that we would see each other again after a year," Ling Tong said with a smile.
