Tang Jin lifted her short arms and embraced her own little head, the five or six-year-old Little Bun at this time wasn't as composed, puffing her small cheeks and looking at the youth who seemed imperturbable to others' words with a smile.
Ning Sheng had already come in from outside the door.
"Little friend, we have already sent someone to report back on the Wuyun Taoist Temple's situation. Taoist Ziyun's health has deteriorated significantly over the past two years, and I estimate he doesn't have much longer to live. The neglect in the internal management of the temple led to oversight of surface-level phenomena. Currently, the Wuyun Taoist Temple is looking for the escaped Yu Xia."
When Ning Sheng spoke of this, his expression was very serious.
