"Master Liaochen, I trust you have been well."
Bamboo shadows layered across the Zen courtyard as the four of them sat down, facing the old man who sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, dressed in monastic robes. Seeing that face, identical to the one in the world of their books, both Jiang Wumei and Xu Junjun felt the smiles on their faces turn genuine.
The white-browed, white-bearded old man opened his eyes. He looked at Jiang Wumei, who had spoken, his expression remaining gentle:
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