Jin Jiatong asked, "Master, is something the matter? Why are you here?"
Fangzheng chuckled. "I'm here because of fate. Young Patrons, are you going up the mountain to see fireflies?"
"How do you know?" Little Sun asked subconsciously.
Jin Jiatong patted the Little Sun, indicating that she shouldn't speak. Clearly, he was not completely at ease with Fangzheng.
Fangzheng thought nothing of it. Instead, he smiled and pretended to be mysterious. "Make a guess?"
Little Sun said, "Since Brother doesn't let me speak. I'm not guessing."
Jin Jiatong immediately turned anxious when he heard that. How could she say such words to an outsider? He looked nervously at Fangzheng, afraid that the monk would suddenly flare up or become violent. He clenched his sickle tightly, looking as though he was very mighty.
