Song Shuhang began to speak in an unhurried, detailed manner.
High Monk's Ascetic Diary was not written as an autobiography. Instead, it described the ascetic cultivation of an ascetic monk from the perspective of an onlooker.
"Once upon a time, there was a high monk. He was bald, wore a thin hemp robe, and walked barefoot. His body was thin and gaunt, but his eyes were bright, and his essence, qi, and spirit were all brimming with vitality," Song Shuhang said.
"Just an ordinary big monk. Is this story interesting?" Soft Feather asked.
Su Clan's Sixteen covered her mouth and chuckled. "Shuhang, you're still a big baldy right now."
Song Shuhang subconsciously rubbed his bald head. "Don't worry. I have the Hair-Growth Technique... Once I deal with the 'blue hair' problem, I can grow as much hair as I want. If I wish, I can even grow it down to my waist."
"Oh? After Senior Song grows his hair to his waist, who are you going to marry?" Soft Feather asked with a giggle.
Song Shuhang rubbed his temples. "Why would I marry someone? I'm the only son in my family, so of course I'm going to take a wife."
The fine tradition of the 'Nine Provinces Number One Group'—leaping from topic to topic and running completely off course.
"Soon, you won't be the only son anymore." Suddenly, a voice came from behind Song Shuhang.
It was an unfamiliar voice, ethereal and erratic, with a hint of a wicked smile.
Song Shuhang turned his head, but there was no one there.
"Was that a hallucination?" Song Shuhang asked doubtfully.
"No, I heard it too. Just now, a voice said that Senior Song would soon no longer be the only son," Soft Feather said.
Su Clan's Sixteen nodded. "I heard it