The old scholar stood by the doorway and cupped his hands in salute. "This junior, Lu Sheng, pays respects to Sect Master Lu."
After being apart for so long, one called the other Brother Xizhou, while the other called himself a junior.
Neither the scholar nor the Daoist had used inner speech, so the young woman heard every word clearly. Her brows instantly furrowed. Sect Master Lu?
Sect Master?
Could this young Daoist, who claimed to have "Immortal Arts at his side," actually be someone from the martial world? Otherwise, among mountain sects, who would dare establish a teaching?
Yet he was merely a Pure Martial Artist, while the talisman on her shoulder weighed ten thousand jun. It pinned her down so thoroughly that she could not move. Could he have a deep family fortune and spent a king's ransom buying it from a Mountain Immortal Master?
Lu Chen shifted his gaze toward the young woman and nodded. "Miss, you have a sharp eye. You did not guess wrong. Other than knowing a few unpresentable Immortal Arts, this poor Daoist is actually a martial artist who hides his light and conceals his tracks. The title 'grandmaster' was practically tailor-made for this poor Daoist."
The old scholar smiled knowingly. This White Jade Capital Third Sect Master truly had once written an essay titled Grandmaster. Yet as times changed, it had ultimately become an honorific for Pure Martial Artists.
The old scholar entered the kitchen and sat opposite Lu Chen. An extra set of bowls and chopsticks had long been laid out on the table, and there were even two wine jugs. Clearly, they had been prepared to receive this old friend reunited in a foreign land.
Lu Chen asked curiously, "How could Old Sect Master Jiang bear to let you leave