"It certainly has been a long time."
"Husband..."
Tushan Meng looked at the old monk before her. The corners of her lips curled up slightly into a gentle smile, yet it was laced with a hatred so intense it was as if she wanted to slice him into a thousand pieces.
"It has indeed been a long time."
Yuan Kong gazed at the woman before him, his expression calm as he spoke.
"Benefactress, you have come a long way and must be tired. Would you care to enter the temple for a cup of warm tea? This old monk must fulfill his duties as a host."
Tushan Meng's fox-like eyes narrowed slightly. She stared intently at the old monk for a long moment before nodding. "If that's the case, then I'll impose."
"Benefactress, please."
The old monk made a welcoming gesture and led Tushan Meng into the monastery.
Tushan Meng walked into Sikong Temple, her eyes scanning left and right.
