chapter 104 Wandering Monk

Following the divine consciousness, Temeni Taylor raised his head and looked at the figure on the roof with eyes as fast as lightning.

He was an elderly monk.

He was wearing a grey cassock, straw sandals, and holding a rosary. His face was covered with wrinkles that looked like scratches left by wind and frost. He looked experienced, but his expression was kind and gentle.

He just stood there on the roof.

Like a dry, withered tree, motionless, with a faint...