The moonlight streamed down like a silvery ribbon, illuminating the bustling land of fireworks and music, where the sounds of string and woodwind instruments intermingled with laughter.
Such a flirtatious scene sharply contrasted with the Buddhist nun.
The Buddha Mother gazed into the distance, her expression serene.
Zhang Yunwu, however, was utterly befuddled; he couldn't comprehend what the Buddha Mother in front of him was saying, but deep inside, a nameless and irritable emotion silently overflowed.
This made him detest the monk before his eyes.
Because his master was a high monk of Vajra Temple, Zhang Yunwu usually felt a fondness toward monks, entering temples with sincere devotion.
But this nun, she truly stirred a deep-seated dislike and hatred within him.
The woman looked at him, seemingly perceiving the emotion he was exuding, and the corners of her lips curled into a faint self-mocking smile: