Zhen Hui had grown considerably taller compared to the time when he was at the Jade Gate Pass; only an inch shorter than Meng Qi. His handsome features and lean physique, which matched with his grey frock, emanated a pure and wholesome temperament which would have fitted Meng Qi's ideal image of a monk, if not for his youthful and radiant smile.
Meng Qi coughed and said, "Junior Brother, it's a long story. Let me have some water before I relay my tale to you."
These were the exact words Zhen Hui had spoken to Meng Qi in the past.
Zhen Hui bobbed his head in approval, "Alright, I already have water boiled and ready."
Upon saying this, he led Meng Qi into the temple. Together they strolled into the courtyard where Xuan Bei lived as Meng Qi recalled.
"Is Master in hermetic training?" Meng Qi took the opportunity to confirm this.