"Junior Sister Le Le will be here shortly. Sorry for the trouble, everyone. Please sit here and wait a moment." After delivering his unhurried little speech, the young monk left.
The reception room was rather bare. The seats were hard wooden benches and stumps, mostly sections cut straight from trees. Years of use had worn their seating surfaces smooth, so at least there was no need to worry about splinters.
Tong Yao had visited this place once three years earlier and been received by an old monk in a similar room. Back then, she had even suspected he was a fraud. Everything here was simply so backward that someone accustomed to a bustling city, suddenly transplanted here, felt not only thoroughly out of place but also full of doubts.
Mother Tong sat on a stump, looking none too pleased. Fortunately, unfamiliar places excited Tong Xin. His little bottom had barely touched his seat before he restlessly dashed outside.
Tong Yao glanced at Mother Tong, who did not want to move at all, and Seventh Sister, who sat perfectly upright, then immediately chased after him.
"Tong Xin, don't run off!"
"Okay~"
Little One answered, but kept running forward. Tong Yao looked around, and by the time she turned back, Tong Xin had reached the very front. Just as she remembered the extremely steep slope ahead, he had already tumbled down it. Tong Yao shook all over with fright. "Tong Xin!"
Hearing that shrill, piercing cry, Qian Wanyu immediately ran outside.
Then she saw a small figure shoot up the steep slope as though scaling walls and flying over rooftops. That figure was also carrying a little brat-none other than Tong Xin, who never stopped making mischief for even a moment.
When Tong Xin was set down, his legs gave out and