The Daoist boy looked at Lusun with the eyes of someone watching a fool and said, "You come to Sanqing Temple to listen to sermons and you don't recognize our master?"
"Your master?"
The Daoist boy nodded and said, "Yes, that is our master, the State Preceptor of Zhuzhao Country."
"Ah...?" Lusun was taken aback because the old lady she served didn't believe in ghosts and spirits, never worshiped Sanqing nor listened to sermons, and as maids who served her closely, they didn't believe either, so naturally, she wouldn't recognize the State Preceptor Yu Jizi.
She thought to herself: The Old Madam of our house is really something, attending her first sermon and already chatting with the legendary State Preceptor.
She shook her head and hurriedly turned to look for the young master and young mistress.
The young master had just turned fourteen, and the second young mistress was only ten, both at the age where they loved to play. It would be troublesome if they got lost.
