"Jiang Xiaobai, you mustn't have anything happen to you! You said you would teach me the eight cuisines, but you haven't even started teaching one. You can't break your promise. Amitabha, may the Buddha bless you!"
Shi Tou stood outside the main hall, muttering continuously while pacing back and forth.
Bai Yu's face was full of worry. Although she didn't say anything, her concern for Jiang Xiaobai was no less than anyone else's.
After nightfall, everyone was still waiting outside the hall. The dew soaked their clothes, and though the night was deep, they continued to wait bitterly outside.
The night felt unbearably long, as if the river of time had stopped, and time no longer flowed. It is unknown how long it took for the day to finally break.
A new day arrived, the sun rose as usual, everything awoke from the night, except Jiang Xiaobai, who still lay asleep in the hall.
