Lin Feixue closed the door. In the room, Jiang Pingping and Zhao Shuanghua were meditating.
Zhao Shuanghua heard the door open, so she opened her eyes.
"Feixue, who were you talking to at the door?" Zhao Shuanghua asked when she saw Lin Feixue come in.
Lin Feixue walked to the bedside.
"Master Jieshou's junior brother has passed away. He wanted to ask me to help with something," she replied.
Zhao Shuanghua frowned slightly.
"Then why did you come back? Didn't you go to help with the master's request?"
Lin Feixue shrugged helplessly.
"When the master requests, I naturally should go.
It's a good opportunity to do a good deed and earn some merit!"
At this, she showed a look of indignation.
"Who knew that guy named Yang Dalong rushed to help instead.
He told Master Jieshou not to let me go!
Seriously, Master Jieshou clearly needed two people to help, yet he insisted on going alone.
Said he was efficient enough to do the work of two people by himself.
