Xiaoling and Weisheng walked into the shelter. It was the same as always. The cats and dogs were sprinting around the building, full of energy. Many volunteers and mortal managers were looking after the animals. It was full of life. Xiaoling spotted Bojing by a corner, pouring food for the kittens. She tugged on Weisheng's sleeve to catch his attention.
"Gao Bojing?" Weisheng looked his way, immediately recognizing him.
Xiaoling clicked her tongue and whispered, "He's just Bojing now. No surnames for spirits, remember?"
Xiaoling clenched Weisheng's sleeve in her hand and guided him toward Bojing. Bojing noticed the two coming his way.
"Oh! Young Lady Ren!" Bojing called her joyfully, "It's been so long!"
Xiaoling nervously chuckled, "Right, it's been long." She murmured and pointed at Weisheng, "My disciple, Weisheng."
Bojing looked at Weisheng and nodded in approval, then shared glances with Xiaoling.