Yang Yan raised an eyebrow, for as he had come in earlier, he hadn't seen any monks.
*Where did this sudden voice and person come from?*
He immediately looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old monk with white eyebrows sitting under an ancient tree.
The monk had his eyes closed and was meditating.
"It is I!" he said calmly.
*On the surface, he appeared composed, but inwardly, he recalled his earlier fleeting glimpse!*
*At that moment, he hadn't noticed anyone under the tree.*
"This old monk is not ordinary!"
Upon entering the Buddhist Sect this time, Yang Yan felt he had to be on full alert.
*There were truly too many hidden masters here!*
*If he wasn't careful, he feared he might soon be exposed and arouse others' suspicions.*
The old monk nodded slightly.
"Nephew Yang, why have you come here at night?"
He had already thought of a reason for his visit.
Yang Yan answered without hesitation.
