A tall, thin figure clad in a yellow robe sat on the stone bench, a middle-aged Daoist with three strands of long beard under his chin, possessing a somewhat ethereal aura.
His eyes were especially spirited, as if containing the stars within. Upon seeing Chen Xing, he chuckled:
"A rare guest! I invite you often, but you never come. Today, you seem quite leisurely, thinking to pay a visit?"
Chen Xing cupped his hands in salute. Faced with a Daoist Official of high rank, it was like a common man seeing an official; one must kneel respectfully.
Yet Chen Xing was seated firmly as the head of the Martial Arts Society in Yihai Prefecture, his status not low; coupled with being a Four Cultivation Grandmaster, and having some friendship with Xuanji Taoist, thus he need not adhere to the common rites.
"I am a mediocre man trapped in the mundane world, afraid to dirty the Daoist's pure space."
