I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM-Chapter 394: Luoshi

The girl clapped softly, delighted by his answer. "Brother Monk is quite interesting."

Julian simply smiled. Interesting, huh? That's a start.

Just then, the crowd around them buzzed slightly before parting their way for a a woman. Her long, flowing black hair shimmered under the sunlight, adorned with delicate accessories—silver pins and a single butterfly-shaped ornament that gleamed faintly with spiritual energy.

She wore an elegant hanfu, blending shades of blue and pure white. The high collar hugged her slender neck, while the waist of the dress was tied tightly, emphasizing her graceful curves.

Conversations halted as eyes turned to her. Even the playful junior sister beside Julian unconsciously straightened her posture. There was something about the woman—beauty, yes, but also authority.

Julian tilted his head, his monk persona never faltering, but his blue eyes glowed with interest.

"Now this… might be fun," he thought, lips curling ever so slightly.

The woman approached them gracefully and her eyes flicked first to the boy.

"Feng'er," she said, her voice smooth and composed, "are you causing trouble again?"

The boy named Feng immediately stiffened, his earlier confidence slipping away. He swallowed hard, a bead of sweat forming at his brow despite the pleasant weather.

"N-No, Sister Luoshi," he stammered quickly, standing straighter. "We were just… just speaking with the monk here, right Mei'er?"

His eyes darted nervously toward his Junior sister, hoping to get some backup.

Mei'er, seemingly oblivious to Feng's panic or perhaps enjoying it, smiled sweetly and added, "Yes, Sister Luoshi. The brother monk here is very interesting. He speaks so poetically, and he didn't even get angry when Feng'er bumped into him."

Luoshi's gaze shifted to Julian. Her eyes lingered on him longer this time—scanning his dress, his posture, his expression. Something about him didn't quite add up. He was too composed, too calm.

Still, she nodded lightly. "I see." She turned back to Feng. "Then mind your manners next time. Not everyone you meet will be so forgiving."

Feng bowed quickly. "Yes, Sister Luoshi."

Julian, meanwhile, merely lowered his head again, voice calm. "Amitabha. This humble monk bears no ill will."

Luoshi turned back to Julian, her gaze softening just a touch. "Thank you for forgiving my junior brother," she said sincerely. "Do you need anything as compensation?"

Julian smiled, bowing his head slightly. "What would a lowly monk like me require?" he replied, voice humble and smooth. "All I need is a street to walk and a bowl to eat from."

He paused, eyes glinting faintly beneath the calm expression. "Amitabha… but I would not want to turn down your kindness, young miss. Food is enough."

Luoshi studied him in silence for a moment longer, her eyes narrowing as if trying to peer through the surface. Whatever she was searching for, she kept it to herself.

With a quiet nod, she turned. "Follow me."

Julian offered another respectful bow and walked behind them. Mei'er glanced back at him a few times, her eyes full of innocent curiosity, while Feng did his best to stay composed under Luoshi's watch.

Eventually, they arrived at a modest inn squeezed between two tea houses. The wooden sign above the door swayed gently in the wind, Clear Moon Pavilion.

Luoshi led the way inside.

The interior was simple and humble—just a handful of wooden tables and chairs. The scent of herbal tea and buns filled the air and Feng and Mei felt their stomach growl in response.

"Take a seat," Luoshi said, gesturing toward an empty table near the window. "The food here is simple, but clean."

Julian smiled again and sat down. "Amitabha… simple is best."

Mei and Feng slid into their seats beside Julian, casually chatting as a waiter approached their table. The man came to a sudden stop, his eyes widening slightly as they landed on Luoshi.

For a moment, he forgot to breathe. His gaze lingered—mesmerized, stunned by the delicate features, the commanding aura, and the grace she carried so effortlessly.

Feng caught the look and couldn't help but smirk. "Umm… have you had enough, brother?" he teased with a chuckle.

The man blinked rapidly, jolting back to reality. "Ah! Forgive me… Young Miss," he stammered, bowing his head deeply, though his cheeks remained flushed.

Luoshi flicked her wrist, her tone composed. "No worries. Just bring whatever you have on the menu."

The waiter bowed again and hurried off, though he couldn't help but glance back at her several times as he walked away.