“Ding, what brings you here?” Li Yanchu said with a smile.0

Ding Rou’s face flushed slightly. Seeing this young, handsome Daoist again, she seemed a bit giddy, quite different from her usual cool and detached demeanor.0

“Why did you leave without saying goodbye last time? You don’t seem very happy to see me come looking for you.” Ding Rou asked.0

“That time, Duanmu Xuan insisted I become her husband. I was afraid she’d cling to me, so I ran off. It had nothing to do with you,” Li Yanchu said.0

Hearing his words, Ding Rou raised her brows, and the joy she’d felt at seeing him was instantly dampened. Blushing, she couldn’t help but spit at him lightly in reproach.6

“I’ve come unannounced. I hope you won’t take offense, Daoist Master Li,” said the elderly monk in white.0

“Not at all. I saw, from atop the wall just now, that your Buddhist cultivation is profound. You’re a high monk with great power, strong enough to subdue dragons and tame tigers. For such an eminent monk to...0