Worry
Éditeur: Misty Cloud Translations
"The poor monk is only worried about the benefactor's safety, not that the benefactor will take the sect's relics and heart sutra for herself." The monk said with his hands clasped together, his expression grave, obviously feeling that the danger of her trip was really not low.
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "Master need not worry, I will be careful." Saying that, she stood up and said, "I will not disturb master's cultivation of silence, wait for me to retrieve the things, then come back to see master!"
Seeing her like this, the monk sighed softly in his heart, stood up and murmured softly with folded hands, "Amitabha , the benefactor will be careful in everything."
The next morning, when Feng Jiu was about to leave, she called out the fire phoenix in the space and asked it to stay behind to protect the two children, to which Xuanyuan Mo Ze was somewhat disapproving.