Gong Xiaoqiao was dragged away by Gu Hangshen and was very displeased, "Why are you pulling me away? I haven't even greeted the cute little disciples yet! I didn't expect to see so many adorable young boys!"
Gu Hangshen could already imagine how Gong Xiaoqiao had been mischievous and troublesome during her years at the Shaolin Temple, and how the monks must have suffered immensely.
He had been very worried and cared about a girl mixing with a group of men, but now he realized he had worried too much, for if anyone were to be unlucky or at a disadvantage, it would definitely be those monks.
At some point, an old monk with a serene expression appeared behind them, "Eleven has returned."
Gong Xiaoqiao turned around hastily, her expression exceptionally solemn, "Master!"
Gu Hangshen also made a gesture of respect.
"The temple hasn't been this lively for a long time." Grandmaster Konghui twirled the Buddha beads in his hand.
