Yuan Bao's action to fetch someone could hardly be described as gentle. He relied on the round and jade-like robustness of his body to bring the non-resistant Little Monk Bu Jie under his arm.
Once they arrived at Lake Heart Pavilion, Yuan Bao felt a sense of accomplishment and, with a smile on his face, he set Little Monk Bu Jie down on the ground.
Facing such treatment, Little Monk Bu Jie showed no other reaction. He stabilized his posture without hurry, leisurely straightening his slightly wrinkled Zen Robe, and looked with kind eyes and a genial expression at Zhou Mu, who stood with his hands behind his back in the center of Lake Heart Pavilion.
Zhou Mu was still clad in purple. The autumn breeze over the lake was cool, and as the purple clothes fluttered in the wind, it gave off an ethereal and pure beauty, as if detached from the world.
