The White-haired Monk felt a bit awkward at Luo Chen's question, and quickly waved his hand to deny: "No, no... It's just that monks have a lot of attachments. After that woman saved me, she left without leaving any information. I don't even know her name, but her figure is deeply etched in my heart. Whenever I face difficulties or confusion, I think of her steadfast eyes and warm smile. She showed me that the purpose of cultivation is not only for oneself but for the people of the world." At this point, a resolute light flickered in the White-haired Monk's eyes.
Luo Chen took a deep look at the White-haired Monk. He didn't speak, but his thoughts had already changed. He understood that the White-haired Monk's feelings for that blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman weren't simple romantic feelings, but a deeper gratitude and admiration.
