This morning, a north wind suddenly arose, bringing with it a sky full of silver-white falling snow.
Chu Qing had been waiting for the monk on the roadside stone for half the night, and upon hearing Wuchen's words, he nodded without hesitation:
"Yes."
"What business does the young benefactor have with this poor monk?"
Ghost Lamp Wuchen asked in puzzlement.
Chu Qing slightly exercised his somewhat stiff limbs and said softly:
"I've long heard that the 'Lamp-Burning Divine Skill' is extraordinary, and the great monk is the only one in the world who has mastered this method.
"Last night, upon seeing the great monk, I wanted to seek some advice from the great monk.
"However, I have something to ask of the Yin Yang Hermit, and the great monk and the hermit have old ties, so speaking abruptly might cause some changes in the matter I need.
"Without any other option, I decided to wait here for you."
This statement was naturally untrue.
