"It doesn't matter," the old monk waved his hand, his voice indifferent.
"Well, okay then," Feng Xuxu turned to look at the chessboard, picked up a piece, and casually placed it down.
The old monk furrowed his brows as he leaned forward, but then his face broke into a smile, his fingers occasionally combing through his white beard, nodding and saying, "Good, haha."
When the old monk looked up again, his turbid eyes widened in surprise, followed by a hearty laugh, and finally, he let out a long sigh.
Feng Xuxu and Mei Lenglei exchanged glances, observing the old monk.
"Why do you laugh one moment and sigh the next?" Perhaps tired from walking, she sat opposite the old monk, looked at the waterfall, then at the clear water beneath her feet, and the fat fish swimming back and forth without stopping.
The old monk merely glanced at Feng Xuxu without a word.
Feng Xuxu didn't mind and continued talking to herself.
