A warm draft blew noisily across the path as everyone turned to look dumbly at the 14, 15 year old tender-looking Daoist.
"Haha! If your dad is really a governor, why would you need to be here as a monk!"
Su Bai laughed aloud. This joke was really too hilariously ridiculous. How could there be a governor who was so idiotic to send his son to suffer in the mountains?
"Little Daoist, don't you know that monks are not supposed to utter falsehoods? Are you sure you can tell such lies?"
Wu Xiaoli was also giggling madly. She felt that this little Daoist was really too cute.
"Enough, we're not patient enough to continue bickering with you. Tell your abbot to come out and talk about our compensation!"
As if she had become embarrassed by Lin Qingya's scolding, Wu Xiaoli retracted her laughter. All of a sudden, she didn't feel like continuing berating the young Daoist anymore.
"Let's go."