The little monk before her looked no older than fourteen. His cheeks were still a little chubby, and he was fair-skinned and clean-cut, with a rather handsome face.
Although the little monk was talking to Shi Lan, his gaze kept wandering toward the roast meat nearby.
Shi Lan raised an eyebrow, put away her battle halberd, and walked over to sit by the fire.
The little monk rubbed his stomach and shuffled over to the fire, sitting opposite Shi Lan. He stared at the roast meat, his longing plain on his face.
Shi Lan picked up the roast meat, cut off most of it, and used Xiantian True Qi to float it over to the little monk.
The little monk seemed a little embarrassed. He bowed to Shi Lan and said, "You're truly a kind person, female benefactor. The Buddha will bless you."
Watching the little monk wolf down the roast meat, Shi Lan's interest grew. "Little monk, what's your name?"
"This humble monk is Wu Ya." The little monk looked up and replied.
"Won't eating meat break your vows?" Shi Lan asked with interest.
"My master told me that life is awfully dull for people who neither drink nor eat meat." The little monk shook his head and answered with complete seriousness.
"Why are you here alone in the middle of the night?"
The little monk wiped the grease from his mouth and looked up. "My master got lost, so I'm looking for him. I got a little tired walking, so I lay down and fell asleep in the woods."
"Your master got lost?"
The little monk nodded. "My master's old, and his mind's not quite what it used to be. He gets lost all the time."
"Don't you know this area is dangerous? Where are your other elders?