Bloody Battle in the Great Desolate Wilderness (1)

The young samanera, Hu Qing, spoke with a gentle, smiling expression. His eyes filled with kindness like a clear spring, pure to the extreme.

"Saving a virtuous person's life is also a form of cultivation for us, a great act of virtue," Jian Wushuang said with a slightly furrowed brow, then thanked them solemnly.

Hu Qing smiled again and said, "You don't need to thank me. If you must thank someone, thank my several masters. It was their combined efforts that saved you."

He nodded gratefully, then, realizing something, he asked, "Are you from the Heaven-Reaching Buddhist Realm?"

"How did you know..." Hu Qing widened his eyes, looking at him in disbelief.

But just as he was about to say more, a Monk turned around, his expression serious, and scolded, "That's enough, Hu Qing, do not speak further!"

Hu Qing was startled and quickly nodded, making a hushing gesture.