About ten minutes later, the monk came over, stood in front of us with one hand, and bowed slightly, saying: "The Abbot says that everything in the world is governed by a sense of fate, whether it be good or bad. Fate lies not within the objects themselves, but within the hearts of those who use them.
The drum has been in the warehouse for years, never finding its moment to appear. Today, the benefactor visited, and it finally saw the light of day. This proves that the benefactor is fated with the drum."
"How much?" Xiao Feng ignored the monk's words and directly asked for the price.
"Not a penny." The monk emphasized, "This was specially instructed by the Abbot."
Upon hearing it was free, Xiao Feng beamed with joy and said, "Then I won't be polite."
Having said that, he handed the drum to the little girl.
The little girl shook her head and stepped back two steps, clearly feeling a bit like once bitten, twice shy.
