Xia Xin hesitated and looked at Jiangli.
Jiangli, however, was looking out the window, as if it had nothing to do with her.
Xia Xin knew that Jiangli wanted him to practice on his own. He took a deep breath and agreed, "Alright, I'll pack my things and head over right away."
Qin Yingjun was deeply grateful and casually asked, "Will the Abbot come too?"
Xia Xin coughed and made an excuse, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, our Abbot has something to do today and can't leave. It looks like it'll just be me going."
Qin Yingjun was slightly taken aback but did not object or complain, "If the Abbot is busy, then that's alright. Master Xia Xin, you coming is just the same. I trust Jiaoyang Temple."
"Thank you, Mr. Qin. I'll prepare and head over," Xia Xin forced a laugh, thinking to himself, you trust me, but I don't trust myself.
Qin Yingjun readily agreed and said he would send the address of the funeral home to Xia Xin shortly.
