Junior disciple?
What junior disciple?
Who's here?
Jinjin doesn't know.
"Huh? The kid didn't tell you?"
Grandma Shang finally realized something was off.
"I was telling the old man earlier, we need to get this done today quickly. We can't delay your reunion with your junior disciple. After all, it's been a long time since you two saw each other."
Tang Jin's little face was serious.
"So that's it. I was wondering. Grandma, this isn't urgent, why not rest a bit before viewing the house?"
Little Bun's tone was steady, yet babyish.
"No one told me, including Senior Brother, Master, or anyone else from the Sanqing Taoist Temple—"
Tang Jin had to acknowledge a fact.
She had a mischievous junior disciple who'd skipped out, and it hadn't been discovered yet.
Tang Jin pinched the corner of her clothes, with a hint of anticipation, "Which one is it?"
Though she was already about seventy to eighty percent certain in her heart.
