The moment Squirrel heard that, he raised his paw and said adorably, "Then shall we move to the south?"
Fangzheng: "…"
After a rowdy evening, Fangzheng chased everyone off the roof and went down himself. He had planned to get some quiet time and act aloof, but who knew that his plan would be foiled by his disciples.
Returning to his meditation room, Fangzheng looked at Zen Master One Finger's portrait and chatted with him for a while before going to bed.
The night passed uneventfully. On the second day, Fangzheng pushed open the door to see a gloomy sky. With the northern wind blowing, there were snowflakes everywhere in the sky. He wasn't sure if it was snowing or whether the snowflakes on the ground were just being blown up by the wind.
