The old man was in his sixties, his face clean and neat, just like an apothecary clerk who measured out medicines. His Zhongshan suit was also quite presentable, though it looked somewhat dated. His leather shoes were not particularly new either, bearing the traces of age.
Those reading glasses made him look even more down-and-out, but despite that, the man gave me a tremendous shock. His eyes were extraordinarily intimidating, as though he held immense power and authority!
"Slinking around like this—is that the style of you official people?" I sneered.
"Heh heh. If I were slinking around, I wouldn't have come here. I could've just controlled things remotely from behind the scenes. Why would I come here and fool around with you?" The old man tossed aside a strand of weeds in his hand, then asked, "You know who I am now? Interesting. You really are a clever one."
"Senior Linghu, please change the meeting place next time. This isn't the era of White Terror anymore. Even the underground party can't carry on like this! You'll expose your identity and get shot!" My eyelid twitched as I glanced left and right, afraid that someone from the Daoist sects would show up and discover that I was colluding with the underground party. Then I'd be finished!
That voice was undoubtedly the same as the one on the phone—the superior who had arranged this meeting with me, the Earth Immortal Linghu Ran.
"I checked long ago. There aren't any hostile forces nearby. The three eastern Daoist sects all got entire buildings left behind by the former Russian side—fine structures, too. Only you southern Daoist sects were all assigned shabby houses outside the city. Tsk, tsk, what treatment. Who would come here for no reason to keep an eye on you? They're