Chapter 121 Monk Wuxiang
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Wang Chen suddenly turned around.
About twenty or thirty steps away, there stood a monk in a gray robe.
Lean and tall with a gaunt face, his old visage etched with the vicissitudes of time, carrying an old Buddhist cage on his back.
Meeting Wang Chen's gaze, the old monk offered a faint smile and pressed his palms together in a courteous gesture.
"This humble monk Wuxiang from Lantuo Temple greets the young friend," he said.
Wang Chen took a deep breath and returned the salute with a vertical palm, "Wang Chen, Inner Sect Disciple of Cloud Sun Sect, greets the master."
The stranger appeared frail and decrepit, as though a gust of wind could knock him over.
But here in the wilderness, at the heart of an Evil Nest, and in the dead of night.
For Wang Chen, who harbored a great secret, to remain calm in such a situation was extremely difficult.
He had activated his Spiritual Perception Technique at the moment he turned.