"Senior Sister, how have you been?"
Xu Qing chuckled and cupped his hands in greeting.
The female Taoist priest teased, "You've returned without a word, are you not considering me as your Senior Sister anymore?"
"Of course not, it's just the long journey that made me think of resting for a night to recover before visiting you."
Xu Qing laughed it off and walked into the coffin shop.
Smelling the familiar scent of the coffin wood, Xu Qing couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.
This is the smell of home.
If Yizhen Daoist wasn't behind him, Xu Qing might have been tempted to open a coffin on the spot, lie in it, and take a nap to rid himself of the fatigue accumulated over the past ten years.
"I see you're weary, Junior Brother, are you perhaps still worrying about the matters of White Cloud Cave?"
Xu Qing asked in surprise, "How does Senior Sister know about the matters of White Cloud Cave?"