Qianzhan did not decline the little girl whom the Buddha Son had tossed his way. Although he did not understand the Buddha Son's intention in bringing a little girl into a sect filled with bald monks, the Buddha Son's prestige and faith needed no justification, nor did they permit any questioning. Therefore, Qianzhan naturally took on the role of her master. Looking at Li Dai now, the little girl had quite a handsome appearance, except that the total absence of hair and the monk's plain robes made her tiny figure look somewhat comical, like someone swallowed up in a massive cloak, her form looking empty and breezy with every step.
Though he had not seen what the little girl looked like before, seeing her now, he found her more pleasing to the eye the more he looked. Besides, people of the Buddhist path were extremely sensitive to soul aura; he could distinctly sense the little girl's pure soul, a rare nature as clear and flawless as jade. Very good indeed—no wonder the Dharma name given to her by the Buddha Son also contained the character for jade.
Seeing Qianzhan greet her with affectionate indulgence and motion for her to sit beside him, Li Dai truly felt a bit flattered. She still remembered that when Qianzhan had been suppressed in the sect's blood pool, he had looked gaunt and wretched. Even though his expression had not been wretched at the time, his ragged, worn-out state was nothing like his present radiant self. Of course, his attitude toward her back then—althoug…
Chapter 619