Jin Haidong calmed down and sat restlessly beside them, waiting for Tang Chuxia to analyze.
Then Tang Chuxia looked around and bought some ice pops from a child.
Each had one and savored it deliciously.
Looking at the smoky ashes, apart from Jin Beiyang the fake monk, no one else had much to think about.
"I actually smelled a familiar scent of sandalwood!"
Suddenly, Jin Beiyang clapped his hands and said.
Tang Chuxia nodded.
It was, after all, an old temple, so it didn't seem strange to smell sandalwood here.
But Jin Beiyang stated, "Although I'm not a genuine monk, the sandalwood I burn every day is authentic!"
Tang Chuxia didn't know whether to praise him for that.
Was this really praise?
Seeing no reaction from them, Jin Beiyang even noticed a child throwing a potato into the still smoldering ashes.
He squatted down to watch.
"I wonder if it's the doing of someone who follows the same path?"
Jin Beiyang's words were met with Tang Chuxia's shake of her head.
