Mountain Peak Dojo.
Half an hour after Yang Hou's departure, Wang Ping met the so-called steward of the Jimin Association, a man surnamed Liu. He was a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, but surprisingly, on his head was the crown of a Xia Dynasty military general. Judging from the pattern, it signified a fourth-rank official. A military officer of this rank was a major figure in Nanlin Road.
"Greetings, Daoist Changqing. May you have infinite blessings." Steward Liu performed a Taoist Family fist-and-palm salute.
"General Liu, you look unfamiliar. I haven't seen you before." Wang Ping addressed him by his military officer status.
"I have been stationed in Fuming Prefecture, awaiting orders." Steward Liu stood respectfully before Wang Ping, bowed again, and said, "How could we rustic villagers ever be worthy of your esteemed notice?"
His words carried a hint of sarcasm, and a very obvious one at that. He was mocking Wang Ping for being high and mighty.
