White.
Pure white.
Immaculate white, untouched by any dust.
White walls and floors, a meter-long off-white bamboo desk.
Under the corner of the desk, a bronze incense burner silently emitted wisps of fragrant smoke.
Faintly, one could hear the serene chanting of the "Great Compassion Mantra" as a woman in white silently entered the frame and sat down quietly at the desk.
At the same time, the Xuanmiao Old Monk, dressed in brown Zen robes, also shakily took his seat at his own desk.
"My friend Honghuang, hello..."
The old monk's smile was gentle, "To all the benefactors in the livestreaming room, good evening."
The fans in the livestreaming room all knew the old monk's vision was poor, so no one sent barrage comments to interact with him.
After greeting everyone, the old monk opened the scripture and began to recite the sutras, tapping the wooden fish just like he did every other day.
All attention then focused on Ye Wan.
