"Yes," the blind old Daoist said with a warm smile, tilting his head back for a hearty sip of spirit wine as he gently patted Yun Wenzhan's small head.
"Can't you stay? If you leave, Father and Aunt Shuang will be sad, and all the elders in the family will miss you too," Yun Wenzhan said, his bright, round eyes fixed earnestly on the old Daoist. His childlike voice carried a sincere plea for him to stay.
"Yes, Blind Grandpa! Please don't leave! Tell us more stories about the immortals in the mountains," another child chimed in earnestly. He was slightly older than Yun Wenzhan and was none other than Yun Wenyuan, Yun Yan Bai's son.
"Blind Grandpa, my mother makes delicious meals! If you stay, I'll bring you lots and lots of tasty food every day. Please don't leave, okay?"
Little Yun Wenxin, dressed in a simple white dress, looked at the old Daoist with wide, hopeful eyes, her voice soft and sweet.
