Ran Yan turned and instructed Wan Lu to wait elsewhere with the young novice monk, then she took off her wooden clogs in front of the corridor before heading to the door, about to raise her hand, when she heard a magnetic voice from inside say, "Come in."
Ran Yan's hand paused in midair, and she immediately pushed open the wooden door and entered, assailed by the fragrance of sandalwood mixed with a certain familiar, subtle scent.
It was the fragrance of jade orchid flowers...
The inside of the room was clear at a glance, with a single bamboo couch, a small table, and a short bookshelf precariously piled with thick stacks of scriptures. The smell that Ran Yan had detected was wafting from the incense burner on the table.
