"Sister Ying?"
"Cousin?"
Upon seeing Shen Ying for the first time, Shen Yi and Shen Wei both recognized her.
Unexpectedly, after thirty years, Shen Ying appeared more radiant and beautiful, in contrast to their now advanced age. Shen Ying only seemed more mature, adding a touch of dignified aura.
However, Shen Ying's expression remained indifferent. After seeing the two, her gaze shifted to Master Zhixi, and she shook her head helplessly, "Monks meddle too much."
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Master Zhixi looked at Shen Ying and Lu Zheng, his eyes narrowing because he couldn't discern the origins of the two, nor detect Shen Ying's ghostly form.
"Does the monk seek me for something?" Shen Ying's peach blossom eyes sparkled as she looked at Master Zhixi.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
