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.

great effort to climb the steep hill even though we’re martial artists. How did

when it comes to their faith. They dedicated their whole life to God, wanting him to protect them…”

life. If they really thought these entities could help them out,

true, powerful strength. However,

face twitched

that is blasphemy in Kusch Monastery. This action is intolerable!” A deep voice

terrified Sherman. He plopped to the ground in a kneeling position

Pascal realized what had happened instantly when he spotted Sherman’s

it’s me. Pascal Schneider from Crafting Clan. I’m here for a quick visitation.

breathe easier after Pascal clarified the intention of his

an older-looking priest in his seventies or eighties strolled out

his robe. Yet, there was whistling wind around

was none other than Yosef Jenkins

dashed forward, tears rolling down his face when

quickly in

swept his