Strictly speaking, Hui Jue still belongs to the new generation of Shaolin Temple.
His realm and cultivation are the same as his, Martial Arts Grandmaster.
But considering age, Hui Jue is not even half of his lifespan...
If he were as old as him, he surely wouldn't waste his days aimlessly.
Yet, obtaining the title of Celestial King Monk is also reasonable.
Thinking of this, the old monk couldn't help but concede.
The Qin King, who unified the six realms during the Ancient Martial Era, set his capital here, for good reason.
A good place to nurture people...
"Haha, the Grandmaster flatters..."
Meng Chuan scratched his head, hearing someone praise his hometown.
He couldn't help but smile, joy flashing on his face.
The old monk saw his "prideful forgetfulness," and changed his tone.
Squinting, he said blandly:
"It's good that he's gone, saves my disciple from being taught those nonsensical things, hindering his cultivation."
"..."
Meng Chuan fell silent.
