"Get up, don't kneel anymore. You people from the secular world are delicate; how can you endure kneeling for such a long time!"
Although the meditation cushion was soft, indeed it was not suitable for someone like me who had never kneeled for so long before; after a while, my entire lower limbs had already become numb.
She reached out to pull me up, and only then did I manage to struggle to my feet.
"Sit down!"
Gu Xinlan's reaction was quite calm.
However, upon closer inspection, one could see that the tips of her newly grown hair at the temples were somewhat white, and her face was also creased with wrinkles.
It seemed that the blow she had received was far greater than I had imagined.
She poured me a cup of clear tea.
"In the sacred grounds of the Buddhist Sect, there's not much with which to entertain guests, only simple tea …"
"Thank you!"
I picked up the rough porcelain cup and took a sip.
Bitter and astringent.
