A monk robed in white, with red lips and white teeth, indeed portrayed a handsome monk.
Just as Qin Zheng's gaze settled on him, the monk also raised his head and looked towards Qin Zheng.
"Amitabha, benefactor, we meet again."
A broad smile appeared on the monk's face as he nodded towards Qin Zheng.
Qin Zheng's eyes flickered, and he also greeted the other with a cupped fist.
Could this monk actually recognize him?
Earlier that day, although he had seen him in the east of the city, the monk had his eyes tightly shut, chanting sutras, and should not have noticed him.
Could it be that after he walked past, the monk had opened his eyes and seen his back?
Thinking this, Qin Zheng then remembered the Ghost Head Greatsword he carried on his back, which offered him an explanation.
With this sword, the recognizability was indeed quite high.
"Young Master Qin knows Venerable Monk Wuchang?"
Upon seeing this, Steward Liu immediately asked with a smile.