"I'm prepared to move forward resolutely."
"That's really great."
The old monk thought silently in his heart.
No one knew better than he did how fortunate a person with a goal was.
Even the heavens would lend their aid.
After watching Jason leave, the old monk turned and went back to the Sutra Depository.
He carefully placed the heritage of the Tongshou Temple back on the shelves, and then once again took out the scripture he was previously reading.
Once more, the old monk read and noted his insights.
An inexplicable aura began to emanate from him.
The aura spread without chaos.
As time passed, it even started to solidify around the old monk, bit by bit.
Not fast.
Yet not slow either.
However, as the old monk finished flipping through the scripture, everything dissipated.
The old monk appeared to be unaware.
He stood up, returned the scripture to the shelf, and took out another one, immersing himself in reading once again.
