Chapter 201 - 128: Falling into the Mortal World, Huai Yin’s Past_2
Ran Yan turned and instructed Wan Lu to wait elsewhere with the young novice monk, then she took off her wooden clogs in front of the corridor before heading to the door, about to raise her hand, when she heard a magnetic voice from inside say, "Come in."
Ran Yan’s hand paused in midair, and she immediately pushed open the wooden door and entered, assailed by the fragrance of sandalwood mixed with a certain familiar, subtle scent.
It was the fragrance of jade orchid flowers...
The inside of the room was clear at a glance, with a single bamboo couch, a small table, and a short bookshelf precariously piled with thick stacks of scriptures. The smell that Ran Yan had detected was wafting from the incense burner on the table.
Huai Yin sat cross-legged on a cushion in front of the table, with Liu Pinrang and Xiao Song seated to the left and right, Yu Bohao sitting below Liu Pinrang, and Liu Qingsong cross-legged behind Xiao Song to the right, clearly in the host’s seating arrangement rather than the interrogation Ran Yan had imagined. Yet the atmosphere was solemn and lacked any cheerfulness between host and guest.
"Lady Seventeen, please take a seat," Xiao Song said indifferently after glancing at her.
Huai Yin put his hands together in a traditional Buddhist greeting and silently bowed to Ran Yan, and from the bronze carved incense burner in front of him, sandalwood incense rose gently, his calm and aloof appearance amidst the swirling mist was like that of a Buddha.
After Ran Yan sat down beside Yu Bohao, Xiao Song said, "Master, please continue."