As the martial artists shivered from the cold and hunger while fishing by the sea, Guangsheng sat down near me after taking a look around.
Was he preparing a long speech to follow me, or had he come to gawk at the newly bald individuals? The martial artists, exhausted from listening to my nagging all day, looked at Guangsheng with tense expressions.
Guangsheng sat upright in a dignified manner, silently gazing at the faces of the martial artists for quite some time.
“......”
Judging that he had something to say, I took my place to observe the martial artists and waited for Guangsheng to speak.
After exchanging glances with the martial artists for a while, Guangsheng finally opened his mouth.
“I am a monk warrior from the labor sect of the West.”
Eunpyeongwang responded alone. “So you are not a monk from the Central Plains. Your attire is quite unique.”
Guangsheng nodded. “Temples are usually located deep in the mountains, but the almsgivers who come to offer food often meet their demise in the mountains, sometimes even at the foot of the mountain or on their way back.”