"Ning Caichen…" Meng Qi looked at him with great interest.
After several rounds of samsara, it was the first time to be in a situation that he knew and met with those heroines that he's familiar with. Without too much pressure in this task, Meng Qi decided to go with the flow like a spectator with ease and leisure.
Ning Caichen was a fair-complexioned scholar with a bit slender figure. "Confucius didn't talk about occult, violent, obscene and spiritual matters," He muttered to himself with a nervous and frightened look in his eyes.
He seemed to be scared by gloomy forests at sunset, cawing crows and chilly wind.
It would be more dangerous to walk outside at night... Yan Chixia, who had been deep in thought for a while and said: "Mr. Ning, remember to stay in the main hall when it turns dark at night. Do not stroll around other area of Lanruo Temple, let alone to sleep at the meditation room."
