The Man’s Decree

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.

the steep hill even though we’re martial artists. How did

incomparable to these citizens when it comes to their faith. They dedicated their whole

control of our life. If they really thought these entities could help them out, then they are more innocent than

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

widened as his face twitched

Monastery. This action is intolerable!” A

sudden situation terrified Sherman. He plopped to the ground

Sherman’s peculiar reaction. He used internal

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

breathe easier after Pascal clarified

priest in his seventies or eighties strolled out of Kusch

adorned his robe. Yet, there was whistling wind around him when he

was none other than Yosef Jenkins of Kusch

down his face when he saw the

stepped forward quickly in response, greeting, “Mr.

his eyes