Hearing Wang Zhanshan, Zhao Rui found himself looking at the man by his side.
He was a middle-aged man with a bushy beard, dressed in a plain blue Daoist Robe that had faded from repeated washing.
"This is Daoist Yu Zhengnan of the Qingcheng Sect."
"Daoist Yu, this is Zhao Rui!"
After Wang Zhanshan finished speaking, a smile broke across Yu Zhengnan's somewhat weary face. "A pleasure to meet you, Brother Zhao! This humble Daoist pays his respects."
"Hello, Daoist Yu!"
Zhao Rui quickly returned the greeting.
'Why is he introducing a Daoist to me?'
'Don't tell me our school is sending us to a Daoist Temple for advanced training?'
Before he could grow too puzzled, he heard Wang Zhanshan continue, "As it happens, Daoist Yu's lineage has deep ties with our Mingcan Courtyard. His own grandmaster was, you could say, a grand-nephew in the disciple line to Elder Ge."
"A disciple-nephew?"
Zhao Rui froze. 'My seniority... ahem, is Elder Ge's seniority really that high?'
