Golden osmanthus blossoms filled the courtyard with fragrance, and sunlight cast mottled shadows that flickered across Yan Jiuzhi's face.
With his eyelashes lowered, he did not spare Patriarch Chengyuan so much as a glance of his Divine Sense or his eyes. Only after the man turned and left did he bow in a Daoist salute.
He looked at the town-protecting peace talisman charged with the patriarch's willpower, and then looked at Junior Sister, who remained entirely oblivious, smiling sweetly.
Chapter 22