"Hmm, you rest well and don't worry about me; we should be able to go down the mountain tomorrow," Shen Yi said.
Ye Wanwan nodded, and the two reluctantly ended the video call.
After hanging up, Shen Yi glanced at the gloomy sky still pouring rain, and in the front yard, the busy little monk who had been bustling around since their arrival was still at it.
Shen Yi shifted his gaze, carefully surveying the entire temple.
The temple was already very old, and no one came to offer incense on ordinary days; even when cleaned up thoroughly, it still seemed dilapidated.
But this temple had stood here for so long and still existed; it must be able to withstand the storms, and it was at least safer here than outside.
However, these things were not what Shen Yi was focusing on; he looked again in the direction the old monk had left.
It was only later that he realized when the monk first called out to him, he addressed him as "Mr. Shen". How did he know his surname was Shen?
