In the low and continuous chanting, a faint golden light appeared on the body of the young monk.
It wasn't purely golden.
It was mixed with pink.
Contradiction.
Bizarre.
Even a bit absurd.
The 'Rebirth Mantra' that should be solemn gave Feng Feiyu a sense of enchantment, as if Su Niang was embracing him, whispering gently in his ear.
What was being said, he couldn't hear clearly.
But he felt, very good.
Really good.
It was a heart-to-heart, deep exchange of affections.
Involuntarily, Feng Feiyu's mind was stirred.
He tried hard to hear what Su Niang was saying again.
He even wanted to turn his head to look at Su Niang.
Thinking so, Feng Feiyu did just that.
But as soon as he turned his head, he felt a coldness on his nose tip.
It was a piece of sauced elbow meat.
Somehow, it had stuck to his nose tip.
The sauced elbow meat slid down, and Feng Feiyu instinctively opened his mouth and chewed twice.
Fragrant and tender, yet chewy.
It was made by Su Niang herself.
