After finishing his evening lessons, Yuan Xiu tidied everything up and stepped outside.
The Lotus Platform Sect was very quiet at night. The Buddhist disciples had always maintained a good routine, and most of them were already preparing to rest at this time.
Yuan Xiu came to the door of his master, Master Jing Ming.
"Master."
The door was opened, and Yuan Xiu walked in.
Master Jing Ming was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, with another cushion in front of him.
Yuan Xiu walked forward and sat down.
"Master, can I shave my head now?" Yuan Xiu didn't know how many times he'd asked this question.
Master Jing Ming was slender and his face was exceptionally serene.
He looked lovingly at this young disciple, who was both his most satisfactory and worrisome disciple.
