The newcomer wore monk's robes, the kasaya appearing somewhat more worn than when they had first met. His brows and eyes had matured a little more with time, carrying a faint detachment and polite reserve when he looked at people.
Between his brows rested a single lotus mark.
The Divine Stone suddenly bristled, materializing a small body out of nowhere, and hastily dragged its little master back into the corner.
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