"Is there a lay Buddhist in the temple?"
"The little Daoists have returned."
Ning An shouted these two sentences, but first he was taken aback, then smiled faintly.
Usually, it's the incense burners who shout like this to Ning An. Today, it's different; Ning An is calling out to the incense burners.
"Brother Sect Leader, you're finally back, I've been waiting for so long~"
A delicate fragrance hit his nose, and in the blink of an eye, a beautiful person was pouting and standing in front of Ning An.
The beauty's delicate nose slightly wrinkled, like a little cat with a bit of temper, her eyes bright as stars, radiant as spring blooms, as bright as the autumn moon.
Ning An was about to say something, but suddenly his body paused, tightly staring at her face, his expression gradually becoming a bit strange.
Ghost Face wasn't timid, instead, she smiled slightly with her curved eyebrows:
