"There are still fifty minutes before twelve." Chen Yiran thought for a moment, then turned to Ji Yang, "I heard that if you're praying for academic or job success, you do so in the front hall, and if you're looking for a marriage partner, you pray in the back in the Mahavira Hall. So, are you going to join us in praying for a spouse first and then for academic success, or should we split up?"
"Uh... I'll go check out the front hall on my own." Ji Yang waved at Chen Yiran, "There are too many people in the back, it's congested. Let's meet at the main gate after twelve, I'll wander around until then."
"Alright, sounds good." Chen Yiran responded to him nonchalantly.
"Sis, you should pray for a good marriage match... I reckon you lack romantic luck..." Ji Yang added with a sympathetic face before turning around and heading for the front hall.
Angered, Tianxin stomped her feet and pulled faces at Ji Yang's retreating figure.
