"Leaving so soon? This old monk hopes you could stay a little longer. After all, it's been ages since anyone's come by. You've noticed how deserted it is here, it truly needs some liveliness."
The hunched old monk seemed very kind-hearted, his tone gentle and not at all rigid, as if he were pleading with Jiang Xiaobai.
"Master, we need to go."
Jiang Xiaobai reiterated, "We have some matters to attend to. We're sorry for intruding."
The monk said, "You should stay. I might have something here that interests you."
Bai Feng's eyes twinkled as he laughed and said, "Since the master insists, it would be rude to refuse your hospitality. Let's stay and chat."
Jiang Xiaobai shot him a look; this troublemaker is always stirring things up.
The monk invited them to the courtyard. There was a massive camphor tree, with a trunk so sturdy it must have been growing there for a long time. Beneath the camphor tree was a round stone table surrounded by three stone stools.
