This person's surname was Zhu. Others called him Eunuch Zhu face to face, but behind his back, people referred to him as 'Zhu Little Feet'.

Zhu Little Feet did not have an excellent reputation. He raised two 'adopted sons' outside the palace. They always plastered themselves in face powder and makeup, and no one knew what for.

Due to Great Liang having expanded their sea route early, the common people's customs were not as close-minded as the previous dynasties. There were many shameful secrets and unspeakable matters hidden amongst every official and noble; hence, the matter of Zhu Little Feet should be nothing if this eunuch did not condone his sons taking advantage of his rank and name for their personal gains.

Zhu Little Feet stopped in front of Gu Yun and smiled. "Marquis and Your Highness have arrived already? His Majesty is having a conversation with Master Liao Chi of Hu Guo Temple. They have instructed that if you both have arrived, you can go straight in; Head Monk Liao Chi said that it has been so long since he has last seen you - oh, just in time, the masters are coming out!"

During the conversation, two monks came out from inside.

Gu Yun knew the one leading in front: the man had a wrinkled-up face that was full of sorrow, as if he had never eaten a full meal in his life. It was the head monk of the Hu Guo Temple.

Gu Yun's gaze couldn't help but fall on the man behind him. He was also a monk, about twenty or thirty years old, dressed in a snow-white robe. His face was as beautiful as a painting. Stepping on the small trail of the palace in his clean and neat shoes, he appeared like a divine being approaching on the snow.

Even though Gu Yun hated the bald heads, at that moment, he still couldn't help but be reminded of the legend of the monk* who had traveled to Tianzhu from a past dynasty.

*a reference to the monk San Zhang in 'Journey to the West' who had traveled to Tianzhu to obtain Buddha's books of teaching for his countrymen.

As if the young monk could sense something, he looked up to meet Gu Yun's gaze. His eyes were clear, and there seemed to be a sea of serene stars inside that could make people sink into them with just one glance.

The young monk clasped his hands together, greeting Gu Yun from far away.

Gu Yun seemed to have broken out of a dream and averted his sight; he thought, "What am I staring at a bald head for?"

He did not pay any attention to the other, looked away rudely, and asked Zhu Little Feet: "Who is the little white face with the bald donkey?"