Lei Jing took over the knife, and she felt a stronger vitality than the two wooden knives before. She finally asked, "Sir, I have a question."
Shen Lian kept the small knife in his robe. He removed his clogs and dipped his feet in the clear stream. The flowing water rinsed his feet, like once upon a time what Buddha did to his feet in the water of the Ganges river. This peaceful demeanor, if caught by any Qi cultivators who were experts in cultivation of spirit, was to be considered a fortune as one could improve in his spirit by visualizing Shen Lian's current demeanor.
He indicated Lei Jing to sit next to him. The teacher-student pair washed their feet in this secluded area. Lei Jing was a little shy in the beginning, but she sat down with grace.
The rocks were chilly but clean. The wood dust produced when Shen Lian was carving the wooden knife had already been carried away by the water.