Not a Monk

Taking over the reins of the wagon, Di Tou looked at the horses for a moment, unsure of what to do, before carefully patting them on the mane twice.

Of the two horses that were drawing the wagon, one let out a pleasant neigh and leaned into Di Tou's palm while the other shivered and tried its best to hide away. Glancing at the two, Di Tou thought for a moment before realizing that the horse that was happy was a little dumb, while the one that was shying away was able to sense his aura and, in turn, was terrified by the power he possessed.

Sighing, Di Tou realized that controlling his power involved a lot more than just his strength. Although he hadn't learned any techniques to specifically hide his aura, with the difference in strength between him and a common horse, the horse really shouldn't be able to tell that he was abnormal if he wasn't actively using his aura to pressure it.