Azure Cloud Hall.
In the end, Lin Heng followed the two of them to meet the hall master they had spoken of. As for the hall's name... he said he had never heard of it.
The other party addressed him as Fellow Daoist Lin, which meant they had known his identity from beginning to end.
Compared with running into trouble, he still hoped he could directly wear Ye Tian's vest.
"Please!"
Inside the hall, a long rectangular table stood in the very center. Three middle-aged-looking men with calm expressions, their entire bodies exuding an aura of domineering supremacy, sat respectively at the central seat of honor and the first seats to the left and right.
On both sides were racks holding weapons. With a careful look, it was not hard to discover that in the middle of the floor, in the circular area beneath the table, a huge character for "martial" had also been carved.
"The Civil-Military Dao. People of the Literary Path have shown themselves for so long; I should have thought sooner that Martial Dao people would appear too."
"Lord Lin, please sit."
Lin Heng froze for a moment, pointed at himself, and asked in confusion, "What did you call me?"
The man seated in the very center spoke. "Our late master said those who came from the same homeland as him were all predecessors, meaning those ahead of the era, and thus should be addressed with reverence."
What the hell?
Lin Heng said he did not understand. Someone from the same homeland could be understood as a fellow countryman, but what did "ahead of the era" mean?
Forget it. He would not pursue the matter of the form of address for now.
Right now, he was very curious about how Lin Ziqing had anything to do with