Chen Ping'an brought Little Millet to the residence. Both the courtyard gate and the house doors stood open. Aside from Yu Xuan, Senior Brother Jun Qian and Bai Ye were both in the reception hall. Pei Qian sat primly upright, along with a green-robed young boy who stared at his nose, his nose at his heart, utterly unsure what he was doing sitting here. Old Immortal Yu, you hardly looked like a drinker. Besides, a senior of such lofty cultivation and advanced age—if he truly joined them at the wine table and offered a toast, Chen Lingjun feared his hands would shake so badly that he could not hold his wine bowl steady.
Still dressed in his blue gauze Daoist robe with a sword on his back, Chen Ping'an crossed the threshold and first performed a Daoist salute to the old True Person. "This junior greets True Person Yu."
The old True Person pressed his hand down twice in a dismissive gesture and smiled. "Even I, the guest, am not standing on ceremony, treating the mountain as my own home to wander through. Why should Daoist Chen, the host, be so polite? You are being too formal."
This was Chen Ping'an's first time meeting this most exceptional figure of the Vast Heaven and Earth. He cupped his hands in another salute. "Greetings, Teacher Bai. Greetings, Senior Brother Jun Qian."
Bai Ye nodded in acknowledgment.
Jun Qian smiled and nodded. "Sit down quickly."
With great effort, Chen Ping'an kept himself from looking at that tiger-head hat. Rather than taking the seat of honor, he sat nearby beside Senior Brother Jun Qian. Then he stared straight ahead and exchanged looks with Pei Qian and Chen Lingjun. Pei Qian grinned broadly, while Chen Lingjun's gaze was full of resentment. He sniffled, clearly feeling