"You're not Master Puti."
"I see the Bodhi, and the Bodhi sees me."
For a moment, Chen Yi wanted to utter a disdainful "tch," but seeing how excited his lady of Great Yin was, with her red silk slips swaying in front of her, her dress also fluttering in the wind,
She indeed had some of the aura of an Immortal.
Illuminant Sage paused by the Bodhi Tree, his hand mimic touching the slips.
Whenever he saw her like this, Chen Yi always wanted to tease her, just like he might want to break a beautiful porcelain,
He had eyes that appreciated beauty and couldn't help but marvel at the ethereal elegance of Yin Weiyin when he saw her, like dew and electric light,
Yet occasionally... he feared that she might really drift away with the wind.
He recalled the spirit deer from last night, which drank up the female crown's white stone porridge and then stepped into the mist, just like a deer leaving a sage; would the sage also leave him like that?
