After a few more days, Wang Congshan came to visit. Several carriages were packed to the brim, and as soon as he got off, he was shouting outside.
"Daoist, Little Daoist, I'm here to see you!" Wang Congshan shouted from outside the Daoist Temple.
"Who is it, what's all the noise about?" Bai Huan came out.
Then the man and the demon stared at each other.
The air felt a bit stiff, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
"Ah, it's you." Wang Congshan smiled sheepishly, "You're following the Daoist now?"
"Yeah. The Daoist is a good person, he took me in. Why do you still smile so foolishly?" Bai Huan said bluntly.
"Hey, you talk like you're so smart. We are both equally foolish, so let's not mock each other." Wang Congshan replied with a cold laugh.
Suddenly, both the man and the demon fell silent, clearly both thinking about Luo Fu.
"She's dead, isn't she?" Bai Huan suddenly asked quietly.
"She's dead." Wang Congshan's voice lowered as well.
