"Went out?"
Chen Ye scanned with his divine sense and found the door to his room slightly ajar.
He pushed the door open and entered.
The room was softly lit, and a faint fragrance of incense lingered in the air.
It was the calming incense he liked most, crafted only from the oldest agarwood.
No need to guess, his eldest disciple must have tidied up the room for him again.
Chen Ye felt comforted in his old heart.
As a master, he was rather lazy and seldom tidied his room.
Fortunately, his eldest disciple was there to help.
At this moment.
The eldest disciple was bent over, carefully taking out the Taoist robes Chen Ye usually wore, smoothing out every crease meticulously, and neatly packing them into the pre-prepared luggage.
Her movements were slow and gentle.
Slender, fair fingers brushed across the collars and cuffs of the robes, showing an exaggerated degree of mindfulness.
"Zhiwei?"
Chen Ye softly called out.
