"Greetings, patron. This humble monk's Dharma name is Fahai."
"..."
Tang Xian suddenly didn't know how to spit out the old sarcasm.
This person doesn't understand love!
The conversation between the two unfolded quite naturally; it seemed this monk wasn't surprised at all that someone had come, or perhaps he had sensed someone's arrival quite early on.
The monk looked at Tang Xian and said,
"There was once a Tang Wen, who, with a special talent, evaded the inspection of the little dragon above and came to this place. Could it be that you are the same, patron?"
A little dragon? He must be talking about Tang Feiji.
Tang Xian shook his head and said,
"When I fell into the deep sea, I heard a voice saying that I had long died, but my seven servants commanded my body. If you can hear my voice, then you are the one I have been waiting for. So I thought, my coming here was probably destined. Besides, the name Fahai doesn't sound nice, I will call you Guardian Monk instead."