Daluo Temple, Monk Zhi Yin

White Ape had thought about Lin Jin's answer for the longest time before he finally understood what his master was trying to say.

The simian picked up the scattered grapes off the floor before walking out into the courtyard.

The aloof monk waiting outside was hairless, and yet emanating off his body was an imposing sanctitude. One of his hands clasped an iron demon-slaying staff and the other maintained a lotus seal. His electrifying eyes were burning with rage. His robes and shoes were spotless, and his immaculate appearance made him seem untainted by the world.

Having faced various unprecedented situations under Lin Jin's mentorship, White Ape knew that this monk wouldn't be an easy opponent. The man's staggering aura was making White Ape very uncomfortable.