In the pouring rain, Xiao Mo made his way up the mountain, one step at a time.
He was drenched, his clothes plastered to his skin, but he seemed utterly oblivious.
Head bowed, he walked onward, lost in thought.
When Xiao Mo reached the main gate of Sikong Temple, he stopped.
"Master..."
Xiao Mo looked up and saw his master standing nearby, waiting for him in silence.
"Have you seen the lady?" asked the Abbot, Yuan Kong, his voice as calm as ever.
"I have." Xiao Mo nodded as rain streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
"And what did the lady say to you?" Yuan Kong asked again with a smile.
"Miss Jing Ci... told me a story," Xiao Mo replied softly.
"I see..." Yuan Kong nodded, his gaze falling compassionately on his disciple. "Actually, I have also heard a story. I wonder if you've heard it?"
"I wish to hear it," Xiao Mo said.
