Yong Tai, the eighteenth year, autumn.
Shihe Lake Heart Island, Lanruo Temple.
"Daoist, what guidance do you have for calling Xie Run out alone?" When Xie Run followed Miao Yinzi to the courtyard, the rain outside had already stopped, and a bright moon still hung in the sky.
At that moment, Sun Yixie, Huang Donglai, and Lei Buji were still rummaging through the head priest's quarters, certainly not coming to disturb them.
"Mr. Xie, do you know what the 'escort' you've taken on this time is... exactly?" Miao Yinzi didn't beat around the bush and directly asked this question.
Upon hearing this, Xie Run's brows slightly furrowed.
Strictly speaking, he shouldn't answer such a question. It's against the rules of the escort profession. However, Miao Yinzi had just saved his life, and it would seem somewhat ungracious to not even answer such a question.
