Nezha, carrying Lv Zhu'er on his back, turned around and whispered, "Daoist Bi Yun, follow me. I'll take you to the kitchen."
"Alright."
Daoist Bi Yun, with his hair bun up, wore a grey Daoist robe and closely followed behind Nezha. Seeing that Nezha did not take the main path but instead, passed through several narrow alleys and stealthily bypassed two maids who were busy working.
The sun had just set, the night was sparse, and the moonlight that climbed over the high walls cast a dim light on the shoulders of the three.
Bi Yun, who was straightforward and spoke his mind, frowned and asked, "Daoist brother, why are you sneaking around like a thief in your own home?"
Nezha thought to himself, although he did not admit the punishment, he was supposed to be kneeling at the shrine at this hour. If someone talkative were to see him and report to Li Jing, that would surely bring a set of troublesome matters.
