The man in green robes was, of course, Yi Shuyuan, who had just emerged from the present-day Dragon-Transforming Mountain.
Hearing the little monk say this, Yi Shuyuan could not help thinking, A child really is a child!
Yi Shuyuan reached out and stroked the little monk's smooth head. At six years old, the boy was plump and soft, and the tiny sprouts of hair on his otherwise bald head felt wonderful beneath his hand.
The little monk instinctively rose from his meditation cushion and dodged away, covering his head with both hands as he stared at Yi Shuyuan in astonishment.
"Benefactor, what are you doing?"
"Oh, I couldn't help myself for a moment. Please forgive me, little master!"
Unable to resist, he had started rubbing the boy's head. Yi Shuyuan hurriedly apologized.
Beside them, Daoist Xue now considered his cultivation greatly advanced, and instinctively wanted to read the green-robed visitor's face.
He had seen people whose hair turned white before their time, but the man before him gave him a particularly unusual feeling.
While Yi Shuyuan joked with the little monk, Daoist Xue fixed his gaze on him. At first, he merely thought the man handsome and possessed of extraordinary bearing, with what ought to be a favorable destiny. But after studying him for a while, he actually began to feel faintly dizzy.
Even his vision seemed to blur, giving him the illusion that he could not make out the man's face.
Daoist Xue immediately closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. When he opened them again, the green-robed visitor was still the same green-robed visitor, smiling as he apologized to the little monk.
At the same time, Daoist Xue noticed the man looking up at him, as though he knew what Daoist Xue had just been doing.
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