As expected.
Yu Qingxuan was equally astonished, as wind and snow surged around.
Shielding herself and Jiang Fan behind her.
Her phoenix eyes shot towards the newcomer.
That one glance made her pupils contract sharply!
Only to see, not far behind,
there stood a young monk in red kasaya.
His lips were red, teeth white, features delicate, eyes solemn and pure, with a bright intelligence.
Meeting his gaze, one would inexplicably feel at ease.
It seemed as though life's worries, anxieties, desires, anger, and foolish thoughts dissipated, leaving no trace in the heart.
No, something's wrong!
Yu Qingxuan hurriedly snapped out of it, biting her tongue hard.
The intense pain woke her up, and she shouted, "Don't look into his eyes!"
Jiang Fan was slightly stunned.
With his Nascent Soul Soul Power, he was not much affected.
But his hostility towards the person did fade.
"The frightening power of Buddhism."
"Just a glance could suppress emotions."
