Fang Cheng shrugged and casually retorted:
"I'm not like you, needing to socialize as a celebrity idol."
"Honestly, staying at home is more peaceful and comfortable. Besides, there's nothing outside that can really interest me, unless an S-Class expert comes to spar with me."
"Then you might as well come to Gufeng Temple and become a monk."
Cheng Jiashu shook his head, sounding somewhat helpless.
The two teased each other for a bit, then stepped through the mountain gate guarded by two stone lions.
A strong fragrance of incense immediately assailed their senses.
In front of the Great Hall, the square was crowded with people, and several human-height brass incense burners emitted streams of blue smoke, making one's eyes squint.
A few ancient cypress trees, requiring several people to encircle them, had crowns like canopies, blocking the scorching sunlight outside.
