Shi Ji hurriedly held the jade slip in both hands. His white monk's robes swayed as he strode inside. With a mere sweep of his gaze, he took in the furnishings of the room.
The entire abbot's chamber was quite spacious, yet its arrangement was exceedingly simple. There was only a meditation cushion on the floor, with a gleaming golden Buddha statue behind it. Not even a table or chair stood anywhere around the room.
The chamber was brightly lit. Several moonlight stones overhead continuously cast down their soft radiance, while wisps of incense smoke curled upward from the Buddhist shrine ahead...
Yun Chen did not rise. He still sat with his back to Shi Ji, facing the Buddha statue. At his side on the floor lay a purple-gold wooden mallet and a wooden fish.
"Amitabha. Abbot, please inspect it!"
Shi Ji respectfully raised the jade slip above his head with both hands. Yun Chen remained seated cross-legged where he was and still did not turn around.
As Shi Ji's voice fell, the jade slip in his hand suddenly flew up without warning. It turned into a streak of white light and flashed above Yun Chen's head, where he sat draped in a yellow kasaya.
A strand of Divine Sense immediately probed into it. The contents inscribed in the jade slip were indeed a batch of repair materials. Yun Chen examined them one by one, paying particular attention to the age and grade of those materials.
Shi Ji stood behind him with his hands hanging at his sides, maintaining a respectful expression as he waited for the other man to finish inspecting it and give further instructions.
Yet, as he slightly lowered his head and saw that the other man had not drawn the jade slip into his hand, a