South Sea, Purple Bamboo Grove.
Xiang Yuan did not find Lay Practitioner Bai Yue at the Lotus Pond. He casually scattered a handful of fish food, then remembered that she was still in secluded cultivation and hurried toward Contemplation Hall.
"Senior Sister, I'm coming in."
Outside the meditation chamber, Xiang Yuan politely knocked on the door. Without waiting for a reply, he pushed it open and walked straight in.
Though coming to Purple Bamboo Grove was like returning home for him—he could go wherever he pleased, with no restrictions or restraints—life needed a sense of ceremony. The proper steps had to be observed.
Inside, Lay Practitioner Bai Yue sat cross-legged atop a white lotus dais. Her jade-like face shone brilliantly, like an autumn moon. She herself was like a blooming white lotus, exuding a rich fragrance that made Xiang Yuan instinctively rub his hands together like a fly.
"Hehehe..."
Xiang Yuan stepped forward two paces, then slapped his forehead, remembering that he had come on serious business today. He kicked off his shoes, jumped onto the lotus dais, and nudged Lay Practitioner Bai Yue aside.
This lotus dais of yours is pretty nice. Let me sit on it too.
Lay Practitioner Bai Yue opened her beautiful eyes and gave Xiang Yuan a faintly exasperated look. As usual, she indulged him and did not rebuke him.
"Senior Sister, change clothes. I want to see Guanyin Bodhisattva."
"..."
Lay Practitioner Bai Yue gave a light spit. Her junior brother's lecherous heart had not died; he wanted Guanyin Bodhisattva to coil his hair for him again. Pretending not to hear, she made a slight motion with her fair hand and caught the bird in a single move.
She still had the same answer: there was only Senior Sister, no Bodhisattva.
Xiang Yuan pulled