The Taoist priest, upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, quickly cupped his hands and said to Zhang Guojian, "So it's Mr. Zhang. Taoist Master Li is currently doing his morning practice. My name is Li Wendao, and I am the second in command of this Taoist temple."
"Oh, so it's Taoist Master Li Wendao!" Zhang Guojian also cupped his hands toward Li Wendao.
"Please come inside, everyone." Li Wendao gestured to Zhang Guojian and others, inviting them into the meditation room.
Song Xiaodong also tried to follow the young man inside.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Li Wendao stopped Song Xiaodong.
"Didn't you say the Taoist temple is not offering incense today? Why let them in but not me?" Song Xiaodong tilted his head and questioned Li Wendao.
"Mr. Zhang is an esteemed guest of our Taoist temple. Who are you to compare with them?" Li Wendao puffed his beard at Song Xiaodong.
"How can you speak like that?" Song Xiaodong asked unhappily.
