“Amitabha.” A Buddhist chant could be heard right when the group was about to move on.

A monk appeared by the entrance of the pavilion and stopped them. His kasaya has lost its color from being washed too many times and turned white in the process.

However, it was kept tidy as if he had just gotten out of the door. Perhaps he focused on keeping a clean and proper appearance.

It was hard to tell the monk’s age. His spirited eyes would deter people from calling him old. They belonged to someone around twenty years of age.

However, to call him young would be inaccurate due to his white eyebrows. Time has left a number on his complexion as if he had experienced numerous rains and winds.

He stood in their way and seemed...