She secretly raised her eyes to glance at Xuan Qing. Seeing his calm expression, as though he had not taken the earlier conflict to heart, her guilt became mixed with a measure of helplessness. She could not help pursing her lips slightly, not knowing how to apologize.
"If you do not mind, Little Daoist Friend, would you stay at my Daoist Temple and keep this old fellow company?"
The more the old man looked at Qin, the more satisfied he became. His granddaughter only occasionally came to the temple to visit him, while his children always used being busy as an excuse. He could go half a year or even a full year without seeing them once.
If this young man stayed with him, he would not be quite so lonely.
"That's right, little brother. Sister apologizes for being rude just now. Why don't you stay?"
The woman seemed to have found an opportunity to apologize and threw an arm around Qin's shoulders. Yet she was much shorter than Qin, making the pose look rather comical.
Qing Xu curled his lips as he looked at the woman before him. A mere mortal was calling Master little brother. If she knew how long Master had lived, she would probably be scared to death.
But since Master had said nothing, it was not his place to show it.
Qing Xu's mockery did not escape the old man's notice. He pointed at Qing Xu in surprise and asked, "Little Daoist Friend, what kind of creature is this? How have we never seen one before?"
Even though Qing Xu had transformed into a small beast, he was no less remarkable than Dragons, Phoenixes, or Qilin. Just his appearance alone made it impossible to look away.
If Qin's Daoist robe had not drawn the old