Taoist Shen Hao was over ninety years old. He was tall and thin, with a solemn and majestic air. His beard and hair were white, and a pair of long white eyebrows drooped down from his temples. Though he looked as skinny as a bamboo pole, he had succeeded in his Qi Refining and his spirit remained vigorous.
However, the Daoist ceremony required extensive preparations and lasted for a long time. The younger generation worried the old master wouldn't be able to handle it, so they didn't ask him to preside over the ceremony, letting him watch from the side instead.
Taoist Shen Hao was naturally happy for the leisure. Besides, the Wanfu Palace Master presiding over the ceremony was his own prized disciple.
"Times are good now!" Taoist Shen Hao said, looking at Taoist Yu Zhang beside him.
