When Buli Yishang heard this, he looked at him blankly and said, "Isn't it possible? Meishan is thousands of miles away..."

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and shook his head. He pointed at the tea sets on the table and said with a smile: "All the tea sets were chopped to pieces by the woman's sword last night and fell to the ground. These are not the ones I used before..."

"Last night I went to a palace in the snowy mountains and used this tea set to make tea for a woman whose face I couldn't see clearly. She said she was the master in purple..."

Li Xiuyuan said in a daze: "I just woke up and these things were placed here."

Monk Buli rubbed the back of his head and said suddenly: "Yes, she is the purple-clothed master Yun Fairy, the mistress of Meishan, and the saint of Xuanwu Continent..."

Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at him and murmured: "Is it possible that the saint came into my dream..."

Sighing, he took out the spiritual tea and dropped it into the pot. Li Xiuyuan thought that the monk should go back to the mountain today, and he didn't know what year or month it would be to see him again.

Monk Buli looked at him and sighed: "The female saint of Meishan didn't trouble you, right? Well, I'm afraid I'm going to be separated from you today."

After a mess happened, and his junior brother came to pick him up, Monk Buli also wanted to return to his master as soon as possible to heal his arm.

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled: "If she was angry, she wouldn't give me these tea sets."
Chapter completed!