Several Daoists sat in a corner. At their head sat an elderly Daoist, upright and imposing even without showing anger, carrying himself like the leader of a sect. Yet Song Qingshu thought for a long time and could not recall such a figure on Wudang Mountain.
Several young Daoists sat beside him. Two of them were particularly eye-catching. Though they had beards on their faces, their builds were somewhat slimmer than those of ordinary men.
"Sissies!"
The word popped into Song Qingshu's mind. He did not dwell on it. After all, those two Daoists had plain features. Even if they were women disguised as men, they probably were not much to look at.
Song Qingshu had not intended to bother with these idle people, but on second thought, Wudang was about to hold its succession ceremony, and this Daoist was clearly no ordinary man. It would be best to probe for some information.
"Waiter, put these Daoist masters' vegetarian meal on my tab," Song Qingshu called out. If he wanted to gather intelligence, he needed an opening.
The old Daoist was somewhat surprised and gave him a slight salute. "Thank you, young master."
"Daoist, are you here to attend Wudang Mountain's succession ceremony?" Song Qingshu asked smoothly. He had the nagging feeling that this Daoist looked somewhat familiar.
The old Daoist was surprised, but he still replied, "Indeed. And what brings you here, young master?" He also found it strange. The young man before him seemed vaguely familiar. Had he met him somewhere before?
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "I am here to attend the succession ceremony as well."
The old Daoist gave him a puzzled look. "How strange. True Master Zhang deliberately did not invite any fellow martial artists this time. He merely invited those of the Wudang lineage to