Looking at the seven-colored Buddhist beads, Xin Lin couldn't help but sigh again.
Oh well, when Monk Fengxi returns, she'll honestly confess.
Looking at the sky, the third watch had already passed.
Monk Fengxi hadn't returned yet.
"Feng Xi hasn't run into trouble, has he?"
Xin Lin was a bit worried.
She thought about it, and following the old path, she climbed over the wall of Taichang Temple again.
After leaving Taichang Temple, Xin Lin turned back.
She looked at the rack on the desk with the seven-colored Buddhist beads, tucked them into her bosom, and climbed out again.
After leaving Taichang Temple, Xin Lin made an instantaneous movement to a main road in the city.
Coming back from the Imperial Palace, this was the path she had to take.
At this hour, even the once-bustling Taoyao Pavilion was closed, only the voice of the night watchman occasionally floated from distant alleys.
