The young monk went out to prepare tea. A few minutes later, the abbot lifted the curtain and walked out.
She pressed her palms together and bowed slightly to greet them.
The abbot, Hao Ran, was already a sage.
In the end, she sat opposite Shen Fanxing and Bo Jinchuan.
Her gaze lingered on the two of them for a while before she looked at Sang Yu and Xu Qingzhi. She smiled and nodded.
"Greetings, Patrons."
He smiled as his gaze landed on Bo Jinchuan and Shen Fanxing.
Bo Jinchuan's facial features were well-defined and gentle. His long eyebrows were flat and his eyes were distant. He was calm and reserved, and no emotions could be seen.
He sat there without moving, his noble aura enough to show his extraordinary status.
Facing the abbot's gaze, his brows twitched slightly as he glanced at him casually.
The abbot didn't seem to be embarrassed about being caught. He smiled faintly and his gaze landed on Shen Fanxing.
