He leaned lazily against the door, his entire body exuding a languid aura.
His thin red lips curled up slightly, and he seemed to be smiling.
The night wind blew, and his black hair danced in the wind. He was clearly standing still, but there was a hint of wildness and unruliness.
When Feng Chuge saw him, his pupils constricted slightly.
"You again?"
"You don't want to see me?" Di Juechen looked at her, his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly raised.
"How can my small temple accommodate a big Buddha like you?"
He closed the door behind him and walked in slowly with a smile on his face.
He walked to the chair and sat down.
Lightly leaning on the chair, seemingly indifferent, but that pair of purple eyes, from time to time flashing a few points of interest.
Looking at the teapot and cups on the table, he poured himself a cup of tea.
All his movements were done in one go, and there was an innate nobility in them.