Lin Heng left Dao Palace City, and before he had even gotten ready to leave the city, a figure blocked his path.
The newcomer was none other than that brother-in-law who liked spreading rumors and stirring up a bit of green.
Seeing that pedestrians were coming and going all around them, Lin Heng could only lower his voice and say, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, is something the matter?"
"What did you call me? Fellow Daoist... hehe..." Jiang Zhenqing looked as if he had heard some joke. A junior barely in his twenties, with his hair only just grown in, dared address him as fellow Daoist.
Lin Heng straightened his back and said, neither servile nor overbearing, "Why not? Though my realm isn't as high as yours, in terms of status, I don't lose to you one bit."
In the Immortal Realm's complicated society of factions, veins of connection, and human sentiment, background was also part of one's strength.
Lin Heng could bare his teeth and brandish his claws as he openly confessed his own identity, covered in a heap of halos.
But Jiang Zhenqing could not. He could not beat the drums and wave the flags, announcing that he was Prince Jing of the Heavenly Profound Continent, nor could he say he was a Supreme.
Otherwise, the structure of the Immortal Sea would swiftly collapse.
Jiang Zhenqing was choked speechless at once. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Fine, fine, fine, Fellow Daoist Lin. How about coming with this venerable one to the teahouse nearby for some tea? I think it's better if you don't hurry out of the city."
"Sure, as long as you pay."
"..."
A free bargain not taken was a bargain wasted. He might as well see what Jiang Zhenqing wanted to say.
Sure enough, before the tea