Bai Yufei let out a laugh, "Nothing could be better!"
Age has taken away his vitality, but it cannot change the fact that he was once a Jianghu drifter. It takes one day in Jianghu for a person to never leave Jianghu, for even if Jianghu is a place of unpredictability, but that kind of wilfulness and pride was also what every man's heart yearned deep down.
Carrying the firewood, he beckoned Shen Lian into Qing Xia Temple. Inside it was clean, all of the firewood was stacked neatly. The furnishings at the top of the hall remained largely similar to when Shen Lian was last here. One could see the carefulness of Bai Yufei.
He watched over Qing Xuan temple, whether or not one day Mister Shen came here for Celestial Cultivation, at least he would not feel that the place was not homely.
Bai Yufei did not say it, and thus no one knew, but the person he had the most respect for was Shen Lian. Shen Lian saved him, and gave him some peace of mind.