"Sir, there's a situation. Tonight, all four group leaders are not in the temple, but the excuse given to Abbott Shi Yi is that they are in closed-door cultivation for a day."
This was what Bai Lu observed as he passed by their Zen Room, seeing the silhouettes of four lifeless straw men in meditation, yet one pair of shoes was missing from each room.
"Alright, continue to stay hidden, and make sure to protect yourself. Do not expose yourself at any cost."
The incident happened suddenly, and Lin Yi, in a rush, put down his pickles and ran up to the attic.
Unfortunately, in his haste, he stumbled and fell.
"Sir, be careful!"
Ying Yi, worried, hurried forward to help Lin Yi up; a scene that the young Emperor found quite satisfying.
"Look at him rushing around so recklessly; without a few falls, he won't learn his lesson."
Though these sounded like scolding words, the young Emperor was worried too, but she felt relieved seeing Ying Yi stepping forward to help.
