Zhao San

The reason this calling card was strange was that it was blank. Not a single word was written on it, only an extremely simple symbol, crooked and twisted, like a few tree branches.

The material of the calling card was also utterly ordinary—plain paper that could be bought anywhere on the street and cut to size.

"He refused to come up the mountain, saying he wished to invite you down to meet him. This disciple was about to refuse when he displayed some skill with a flying fork. He was a Foundation Establishment expert, so this disciple had no choice but to report it to you. Sect Leader, how should we handle this?"

"Never seen him before? What did he look like?"

Yellow Sheep Girl thought for a moment. "Hard to say. In his thirties or forties, male, neither ugly nor handsome, neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short..." As she spoke, she shook her head. "This disciple remembers him only vaguely. Shall I go down and have another look?"

Liu Xiaolou pondered. "In that case, I ought to see what he is made of."

When they reached the foot of the mountain gate, however, the man was nowhere to be seen. Yellow Sheep Girl looked around in every direction. "He was just here. This disciple told him to wait..."

Liu Xiaolou instructed her, "Go back and cook first. I'll wait here a while longer."

Yellow Sheep Girl obediently agreed and ran back up the mountain.

Liu Xiaolou circled around the mountain to the left. Upon reaching a patch of woods, he said, "Fellow Daoist, that's enough. Come out and meet me."

This place was still within the sensing range of the mountain-protecting grand formation. Should any danger arise, Liu Xiaolou could immediately retreat into the formation, so he