Liu Beijun was taken aback. When he looked at the closed monastery door as well as the distant pitch-black night, for some baffling reason, he felt a sense of security seeing the white wolf despite having found it terrifying during the day.
At that instant, all the rage and grievance he had amassed vanished. He only felt exhaustion, and a relaxed and calm heart. As the exhaustion overwhelmed him, he leaned on the wall and fell asleep sitting down.
He did not know that after he fell asleep, a blanket was draped over him. Following that, a white-robed monk sat beside him and only left when it was almost dawn.
"Master, he's almost awake. Why are you back? He won't know how good you were to him. He will definitely not feel any gratitude towards you. Won't everything you did have been for naught?" Squirrel jumped onto Fangzheng's shoulder from the bodhi tree and asked perplexedly.
