At this moment, Su Chaoyang swung his little short legs over the tall threshold and hopped his way into the Daoist Temple.
"Master, Master, your Little Cutie is back~~"
Mo Yinhe and Si Mingjing were standing at the main gate of the Daoist Temple, unexpectedly drawn to the couplet hanging there.
Si Mingjing read the first line: "When the bell tolls the moon rises, fragrance rests and clouds return, Feixian Island is none other than Feixian Island."
Mo Yinhe read the second line: "Birds send in the spring, wind blows off the flowers, this is the mortal world yet not the mortal world."
After mulling it over for a bit, Si Mingjing laughed. "Interesting."
The two of them looked into the Daoist Temple and saw four white‑haired Mystery Sect big shots each busy with their own thing in the courtyard. Yangyang's arrival didn't seem to stir much emotion in them; they didn't even bother to call out a greeting.
