Every hour, the bell of the Tatuo Temple would ring. Having stayed at Tatuo Temple for so long, Yang Fan almost didn't need to check his watch to know what time it was each day.
The clock chimed at ten o'clock, and Master Huai Hai, with unhurried steps, walked in from outside.
"You'll be leaving tomorrow, Yang Fan, your heart yearns to return," Master Huai Hai said with frequent smiles as he sat on a chair nearby.
"There are many things waiting for me to do, time waits for no one." At this time, Yang Fan indeed longed to return, having been delayed for over twenty days; he really didn't want to delay any longer.
The prayer beads in Master Huai Hai's hand rotated slowly: "As for worldly matters, this old monk would not say much. With your temperament and talent, and even your principles, you'll handle right and wrong."
