Compared to the grandeur of the Grand Temple, Monk Hushu's courtyard was humble—a place that felt more like a home than a monument.
Lin Mu didn't mind at all and quickly settled in. Meng Bai, who was used to living with little, found the place peaceful and familiar. Daoist Chu, however, looked around with slight discomfort.
"Are you fine with me adding some things to my room?" he asked, eyeing the plain interior with mild dismay.
"Nothing inappropriate, though," Monk Hushu warned without even looking up from his seat.
"Of course. I'll just add some furniture," Daoist Chu assured. "It looks a bit too empty with just a prayer mat and not even a bed."
Monk Hushu gave a small nod of approval, and the group began to unpack and settle in. The mountain breeze carried the faint scent of incense from the peak above, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Here, in this quiet sanctuary, Lin Mu could finally breathe.
