"I'm all set, Chen, you even gave me this Bagua Plate. When I miss you, I'll use it to talk to you," He Xi said, struggling to keep from being sad and forcing a smile at Chen Nuo.
"As long as you can take care of yourself," Chen Nuo replied, "Then I'll be on my way. If I'm not free, I'll ask another brother to come visit you."
"Got it, got it." He Xi hugged Chen Nuo and then waved goodbye to him.
Just as Chen Nuo's mana was about to lift him away, there was a knock at the door.
Chen Nuo paused. He glanced outside the window; it was closing time already. Who could still be knocking?
Chen Nuo opened the door to see a little boy, bald, dressed in plain clothes, most likely a young Monk, standing only as high as his waist.
"We are closed now. Are you here to buy oil?"
The little Monk nodded, "I heard that your oil is vegetable oil, and that even Monks can consume it, is that right?"
