C372 Disaster

With a muffled sound, a young monk wearing a red monastic robe and a monastic hat, with a string of buddhist beads hanging around his neck, expressionlessly stood in front of the four.

His gaze was directed to the ground, but Jiang JinYue felt as if he was looking at her all the time, and his whole body was feeling a little uncomfortable.

"So it's Master Wuming. Please excuse me