As Qi Yun entered the temple, Lu Yuan's eyes habitually swept over the surroundings. Everything was still as simple and broken as it had been in the past.
This fellow Daoist Qi Yun really was a diligent cultivator, able to endure loneliness and wholeheartedly cultivate in the mountains.
But after looking around, his expression soon moved slightly, and he saw a timid gaze peeking from the crack of a window in the nearby room.
Although the window was in the way and the full details of the gaze were unclear, the eyes that were revealed made it clear that it must belong to a child.
"What is this...?" Lu Yuan looked at Qi Yun with a slightly puzzled expression.
Qi Yun also noticed his Fellow Daoist's gaze, smiled and waved to the window, saying, "Little Zhuo, come here."
Seeing his master calling, the child hiding behind the window hesitated and walked out of the room.
When he reached Qi Yun's side, he called out, "Master."
