"Alright," Old Master An replied, his voice hoarse.
He originally assumed that his grandson had thought things through. It was only when he saw the small figure standing outside the Bo family's courtyard, facing that window the entire afternoon, that Old Master An realized he hadn't.
Qin Mo held an amulet in his hand, pulling his little panda luggage single handedly. His ascetic looking face was even colder than before. He didn't say a word until after getting in the car. "Grandfather, I want to go to Mount Wutai after returning to China."
"Mount Wutai?" Old Master An looked sideways. After all, his grandson had never been interested in such things as Buddhism studies.
"Mmh," Qin Mo replied while glancing down to the amulet in his hand. "Mount Wutai."
