Hou Niao bowed deeply, "Good to see you, Daoist Tongxuan. I apologize for calling unannounced, but I'm not sure if it's convenient or not?"
"When one turns back upon encountering something, wisdom can create convenience; when past dust doesn't hinder the mind, in the end, one can return to the Sect's gate,
what is there to be convenient or inconvenient about?"
Hou Niao knew that arguing with such a reclusive cultivator would lead to defeat without victory, so he simply returned to the main topic.
"Like a floating weed with nowhere to settle, I happened to pass by Liuyang and thought of a few friends in the city. I do not know when I might return.
Is the child doing well?"
Daoist Tongxuan was good at everything except for being straightforward; her words were always roundabout, as if speaking in riddles without correct answers.
"What is good? What is bad? The wayside willows are grass on a mountain, trees to ants..."
Hou Niao scratched his head, resigned, "What I mean is..."