Tai Shang Jinglu looked like a young man who was not yet grown, but according to rumors, he was at least a hundred years old. Hearing the ghost-faced woman cursing him, he could not help becoming smug. Grinning, he walked over and squatted in front of the little girl. "You want to move? Then move. Your senior brother moved this old immortal several times just now, so I'll have to make you pay me back for it, won't I?"
As he spoke, Tai Shang Jinglu immediately reached out, intending to take liberties. The little girl screamed in fright, but before he could touch her, Cheng Che had already stepped in front of him and slapped his hand away. "Take your filthy hand away."
"Hmph, Yingxian, you're really no fun. It was only a joke—do you really have to take it so seriously? I'm an old immortal of the righteous path. Would I really lay a hand on a little girl like her?" Tai Shang Jinglu sneered.
"You know best how the righteous path conducts itself." Cheng Che remained expressionless, then turned to look at the ghost-faced woman.
The ghost-faced woman's face was full of gratitude. "Thank you... Thank you, fellow Daoist."
Cheng Che nodded, then asked, "My name is Cheng Che, and I'm the ancestor of Xiudu Mountain. May I ask your name, fellow Daoist?"
"Ancestor? You?" The ghost-faced woman was stunned for a moment. But when she saw Cheng Che's solemn expression, she quickly drew a breath and answered, "I... My name is Jiang Ran."
"Jiang Ran, are you truly a Divine Hermit?" Cheng Che seemed to be getting along rather well with the little girl.
"Yes... We are indeed called Divine Hermits by the outside world... But not everyone can be called a Divine Hermit, because Divine Hermit