As Julian stood there, still lost in his own thoughts, a sudden bump snapped him back to reality.
A young boy had collided into him, his face twisted in irritation as he barked, "Hey, baldy monk! Are you courting death?!"
Julian blinked slowly, eyes drifting toward the boy—and then to the young girl beside him. She was cute. Really cute. Maybe seventeen, eighteen at most, with bright eyes and a curious gaze.
She clearly was someone from a noble sect, judging by the jade badge pinned to her chest.
Julian's lips curved into a calm, almost saintly smile. He pressed his palms together and bowed slightly.
"Amitabha. Forgive me, young master," he said softly, voice full of humility, as if he were truly a wandering monk.
The boy shifted awkwardly. He had expected fight—some arrogant old monk to argue back so he could show off in front of his junior sister. But instead, he got… a warm apology?
