After Zen Master One Finger passed away, the handkerchief had accompanied Fangzheng all this time. Typically, he wouldn't take it out. This time though, for some unknown reason, he had handed over his handkerchief.
However, Fangzheng didn't think too much about it. Instead, he smiled. "There's not much This Penniless Monk can do. He's poor and can't use paper tissues that cost a yuan or two per packet."
Wanderer Tranquil only wrote his words off as a joke. She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at Fangzheng. She took a deep breath and said, "Alright, with the rites over, are you going to get some sleep? Or do you still want to chat?"
