A Man Like None Other

Even though the path on the way up was steep and challenging to traverse, they soon conquered the mountain. The father-and-son duo was amazed by the spectacular sight when they reached the top.

A resplendent and majestic monastery occupied almost the entire area atop the mountain. They were so near the clouds that they could extend and touch them while the refreshing air helped to clear their mind.

“Dad, is this Kusch Monastery you talked about?” Sherman asked astonishingly, his eyes glued to the building.

I thought monasteries were small and run-down.

This is certainly not what I expect!

Pascal nodded. “Yeap. That’s Kusch Monastery standing before you, and my senior, Yosef, is the abbot here. Please call him Mr. Jenkins when you see him later.”

Pascal and Sherman arrived before Kusch Monastery as they chatted.

With thousands of disciples present, loud voices resonated across the halls of Kusch Monastery.

Sherman was noticeably surprised to realize that many of the disciples were average citizens.

it took us great effort to climb the steep hill even

it comes to their faith. They dedicated their whole life

thought these entities could help them out, then they

was more dependable than having true, powerful strength. However, the moment Sherman

his face twitched violently from the lack of

in Kusch Monastery. This action is intolerable!” A deep voice slowly drifted into

to the ground

spotted Sherman’s peculiar reaction. He used

Clan. I’m here

Sherman vanished, and he could breathe easier after Pascal clarified the intention of his

in his seventies or eighties strolled

white, and patches adorned his robe. Yet, there was

none other than Yosef Jenkins

rolling down

forward quickly in response, greeting, “Mr.

his eyes over