"It's easy, Yingluo."
"Say, how did you end up like this, Yingluo? I should have gone with you. At least I could have looked after you."
"Don't be so reckless in the future. There's always a higher mountain in the martial world."
"It's easy, Yingluo."
"Do you need me to find you a nanny?"
In the meditation room, behind the curtain, Zen Master Chongyi was talking to a baby who was sitting cross-legged on a futon.
The baby's eyes were clear, and there was a maturity in his eyes that did not match his age. He was trying his best to press down his chubby legs and maintain a quiet cross-legged posture.
"There's no need for that."
Hearing the Chongyi Zen Master's words, the baby quickly rejected him with a baby voice. He was still a little muffled when he spoke, and it could be seen that he was not very mature yet.
