"Senior Brother, Senior Brother!"
Lin Jue was chopping firewood on the mountain, sending splinters flying across the ground, when he suddenly heard a girl's voice behind him.
"Whack..."
The Firewood Knife in his hand still came down.
He turned around and saw the Junior Sister from the Daoist temple. Like Lin Jue, she had already put on her newly made robe. Unlike the one on Mount Qi Yun, hers was made of pale gray cloth.
She was fairly tall, with fair, delicate features and a small, pointed chin. At that moment, she stood in the woods below, looking up at him.
"What is it?"
Lin Jue wiped the sweat from his face and looked at her too.
The little Fox beside him had a thin twig in its mouth. It turned to look at her as well.
"Senior Brother, look!"
The Junior Sister raised both hands high. Her pale, tender arms naturally slipped out of the wide sleeves of her robe, and she held up several ugly pears as if they were treasures.
They were about as big as duck eggs, and some were even as small as chicken eggs. Their surfaces were uneven. They were wild pears that grew on the mountain.
"I picked them on the way here. There are lots in the mountains! They don't look very nice, and they're not very big, but they're especially delicious. One bite and they're full of juice—the skin practically disappears! And they smell wonderful!"
Lin Jue had seen them on the way here, too.
No wonder they said the mountains were rich in spiritual energy. Even an ordinary wild pear was wonderfully sweet and fragrant.
But that was nothing compared to the look on the little girl's face as she brought some to show off and share with him.
"Are