The young monk didn't know what had happened, but Shen Yi's expression was so haggard and solemn. The young monk quickly stepped back to let him in.
"Thank you for the trouble." Shen Yi said as he stepped inside.
Shen Yi made his way to the main hall, bringing the wind and snow with him. Master Wangchen, who usually chanted scriptures day after day, was not present, making the hall seem especially desolate, as if it had been abandoned a long time ago.
It appeared even lonelier than the first time he had arrived, as if truly no one was there anymore.
Shen Yi glanced back at the young monk, but before he could ask anything, the young monk explained, "Master has been sick these past two days, and I've had to take care of him, so the hall has been somewhat neglected."
"Master Wangchen is ill?" Shen Yi asked, looking at the young monk with a trace of surprise in his eyes.
