The Daoist Nun's eyes widened slightly. After a couple of breaths, she realized the intention of this younger sister.
She was asking for her name.
"My surname is Li," the Daoist Nun said.
"You don't have a name? I've heard everyone has a name." Yun Qian said with great interest, "What do you think of the name Mo Chou? I really like this girl."
The Daoist Nun's eyes twitched slightly.
Isn't this sister being too rude?
How could she just give her a name?
However, the strange thing was that whatever Yun Qian did gave her a very natural feeling. Her every smile and word were very much like the traces left in the air by her master's Duster in the Daoist Temple.
So despite the rudeness, there was an invisible feeling driving her to go along with Yun Qian.
That feeling was very peculiar.
Almost like... cultivation?
——
"Zhibai." The Daoist Nun said seriously.
"Hmm?" Yun Qian looked at her.
