With sudden pressure, he intended to observe the reactions of the two under the ferocity of a sudden storm.
Upon hearing this, the young monk's face changed dramatically.
"Yi Taoist has arrived, and my senior brother has received him with all due courtesy, going out to welcome him from afar. Why do you press so aggressively, as if interrogating a criminal?"
Yi Chen's mouth split into a wide grin, his eyebrows arching.
At once, Miao Zi seemed to catch the insinuation, scurrying to the young monk's side to sniff him and even reached out a paw to scratch off a strip of cloth from his garment.
"You..." The young monk's face went through another transformation.
"Where have you been these past few days, master?" Yi Chen took another step forward, and as the setting sun bathed him in light, his shadow enveloped the young monk.