Zhang Shanfeng’s return to the Great Chan Temple was a quiet affair.
Aside from the Abbot and a few department heads, no other monks were aware of his presence.
He sat cross-legged on the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion.
“Eight years left.”
Zhang Shanfeng glanced at the illusory screen of light hovering just below his gaze, a constant reminder that his time in this world was drawing to a close.
“It should be enough.”
Zhang Shanfeng gave
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