The white-robed elder was none other than Chen Nan's frustrating master—Xuan Tianji.
The solemn Monk beside him, who had a dignified treasure-like appearance, seemed like a truly enlightened monk from afar, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that he was holding a photograph of a beautiful woman and staring at it intently, completely engrossed.
"Truly beautiful..."
As if he hadn't heard Xuan Tianji's words, the Monk's drool had pooled on the ground.
Xuan Tianji's brows shot up, and in frustration, he snatched the photograph away, "Damn it, chasing women every day isn't enough for you, you're even drooling over a photograph? You call yourself a monk; aren't you ashamed?"
"Brother, what you don't understand is, if you don't thoroughly get to know a woman, get tired of playing around, how can you renounce lust?" The Monk sighed deeply, his reasoning sounding very convincing.
