The small courtyard on the mountaintop was as quiet as ever. Liu Shuang and Yang Zhiping stood respectfully at the entrance to the Lin Garden path, waiting to welcome Wang Ping.
"Master!"
Hearing his disciples' call, Wang Ping felt like he was home. He reached out a large hand and gently patted both their shoulders before leading them back to the small courtyard.
"Master, what are monsters like? Are they just like the storytellers down the mountain say? With the heads of beasts, fangs two feet long, and they bite people's necks..."
After paying her respects, Liu Shuang was a chatterbox with no end to her words. Yang Zhiping, on the other hand, was as quiet and reserved as ever.
To his disciple's questions, Wang Ping always responded with, "You'll find out later." Despite such a perfunctory answer, Liu Shuang didn't mind at all, and her questions continued to flow endlessly.
