Shang Ruyi asked with concern, "No news from him at all?"
"None,"
At this point, Su Qinglan's eyes were slightly red, making her look even more fragile, which softened Shang Ruyi's heart. Just as she sighed inwardly, she heard Su Qinglan say softly, "The most worrisome thing is, I don't even know where to find him."
"Haven't you been to his home?"
Su Qinglan shook her head with a bitter smile: "At home, there's only his old father, and Uncle Jiang... he's a carefree person, only saying Jiang Xian is grown up and can take care of himself. Every day, he's either drinking or meditating and chanting, and doesn't care about anything else."
Hearing this, Shang Ruyi couldn't help but smile wryly.
Indeed, she had met that Jiang Yu before. It's precisely because of his carefree nature that he's not accepted by Pure Buddhism. Yet, he loves his wine and meat while having a heart for Buddha, no wonder he acts so paradoxically.
