Liu Chenxin was deeply worried. If he, too, practiced wicked arts, might there be other side effects?
Regarding his own cultivation, Liu Chenxin was unwilling to mention it to others, especially the old folks at the White Cloud Temple, who were as shrewd as monkeys.
He Zhuying asked Liu Chenxin, "Are we really going to live here for a month?"
Liu Chenxin chuckled and said to her, "Just think of it as our honeymoon."
He Zhuying's face turned red, "Who's having a honeymoon with you? Dream on, with you like this, I wouldn't even consider it."
"I'm so excellent, there aren't many men better than me. You should seize your chance; miss this village, and there's no next shop."
Liu Chenxin teased.
In the hall, those old monks all looked at Liu Chenxin and He Zhuying. It had been years since a woman came to the White Cloud Temple, and with He Zhuying's arrival, it immediately added some vitality.
