Such was the case, and so passed another night.
In Xuzhou City, within Jing'an Temple.
A zen monastery held two people facing each other.
One clad in snow-white attire, the other in jade-like green robes—both appeared otherworldly beneath the moonlight, as if on the verge of becoming celestial beings.
"Xuan Er!"
After facing each other in silence for an unknowable time, the woman in white finally spoke, "You've been in Xuzhou for over two years, haven't you?"
The woman in green robes nodded, replying calmly, "Two years and three months, Master."
"Is that so?"
The woman in white smiled, scrutinizing her, then proceeded to ask, "What are your thoughts?"
"..."
