Ye Chutang went out to greet him.
A smile graced her lips at the sight of the spirited old man, hale and hearty in his umber brocade robes.
"Elder Yin, you're here."
Yin Shaoting glanced around and couldn't help but let out a soft "tsk."
"You've been staying here all this time? Don't you find it boring?"
Feiyun Temple was no ordinary place. Emperor Taizhong had once prayed and offered sacrifices here, and its successive abbots had all been highly respected and revered masters.
An ordinary person couldn't necessarily even gain access to these rear living quarters.
Yin Shaoting's words were bold, to say the least. But he was a carefree and unrestrained soul by nature, the type to care least about rules and etiquette. Ye Chutang was long accustomed to his ways, so she simply smiled in response to his comment.
"The Buddhist Sect is a place of purity and tranquility. It's a rare chance to quiet my mind."
