Duan Zhao scratched his head, unable to help himself from muttering a question, "Just how do you two know each other?"
He was really curious.
Even a killer like the young mountain master would save someone?
Da Sui Sword Palace and Fan Yin Temple are tens of thousands of miles apart, how did he save this little monk?
"Destiny... is indescribably wondrous."
Mi Yun just gave a faint smile, saying no more.
Before this journey to the west, the master had reminded him that when Buddhist monks are outside the monastery, they should speak as little as possible.
Actually, he understood this principle.
Mi Yun, who studied the Way of Cause and Effect, had long noticed that the fate of his lifesaver was quite different from others. As for what happened that day at the South Border and the specific details of this "lifesaving debt," Mi Yun naturally glossed over it.
Seeing the little monk remain silent, Duan Zhao didn't ask further.
