"Amitabha."
"Why did you come to our Hehuan Sect? Aren't you afraid that your robes will be dirty?"
Haitang had no expression and didn't say anything. She hadn't taken off her veil yet, so even if she made any expression, he couldn't see it.
"Why aren't you talking, young master?"
"I don't know what you mean, sir."
"Are you really the Reverend Anger?"
Haitang hummed lightly.
The man turned slightly and moved from the opposite side to her left side.
"Young Master, can you please ferry me over?"
"Donor, do you need a transfer?"
The man chuckled, with a hint of arrogance in his voice.
"Yeah." He put his hand over his heart.
"Your Excellency is not a disciple of Medicine Buddha, so you cannot cure diseases."
"Little Master, I'm not referring to my heart, I'm referring to my inner demon. Only you can save me in this world..."
At this time, Xiao Yu came with tea and knelt down when he saw the man. "Greetings, Seventh Elder. I didn't know you were so great. I'm sorry for not coming to greet you."
The man took the tea casually and waved his hand, "Go away."
"yes."
Haitang raised her eyebrows and looked at him carefully again.
You have to take off your veil when you drink tea.
When Haitang raised her hand, the man poured a cup of tea in front of her, stretched out his bony hand, and gently lifted the veil of her veil, "Little Master, your tea~"
Eyes met.
There is endless purity in one eye.
One pupil flickered, with a hint of surprise.
Haitang nodded and simply took off the veil and put it aside.
"Amitabha," he took the teacup and took a sip.
The smile on the man's face deepened, "Cang Yan."
"Um?"
"My name."
Haitang just smiled faintly.
The calm expression on his face remained unchanged.
Cang Yan curled his lips. Although he didn't know if she was as calm and indifferent as this when she first saw him, he felt that it should be...
Seeing Haitang being so cold, Cang Yan stopped talking, drank a cup of tea, and waited patiently for her to finish.
She stood up, and he stood up too.
"Does the donor have anything else to do?"
"Young Master, here..." He pointed to his heart again, with a look of pleading in his eyes.
"Although the Venerable came out to save the people, I feel that he has no affinity with the donors."
Cang Yan laughed angrily.
"Then how can I have a chance to meet the young master?"
"Please give way, benefactor."
Cang Yan handed a spirit stone to the little boy who came forward, and before Haitang could react, he sent the little boy away.
"I invited the young master to have tea."
Haitang: “…”
"Let's go."
For the original owner, he would make the move over a cup of tea, or even without a cup of tea.
Haitang was attracted by his profile just now.
...
Cang Yan invited Haitang back to the Hehuan Sect.
The entire Hehuan Sect was in an uproar.
But who is Cang Yan?
The 100-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator was notoriously hot-tempered and no one dared to mess with him.
Cang Yan's residence is in a deep valley.
There was a deep pool in the valley, and an extremely luxurious palace was built above the pool.
Haitang thought it was ingenious. How could someone build a palace with top-grade spiritual energy and place it at the mouth of such an ingenious spiritual spring...
"What do you think of this place, young master?"
"In the eyes of the Lord, everything is the same."
Cang Yan took a long time to react, then pointed at himself and said, "Then Master, do you think I am the same as others?"
Haitang nodded.
Because it was true for the original owner.
Cang Yan: “…”
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