Immortal Alliance City!
Inside a private room on the third floor of a luxurious teahouse!
An old monk in a timeworn cassock sat upright in a chair, his eyes half-closed!
Two teacups rested on the tea table before him, their fragrance permeating the air as wisps of green smoke curled upward, as though they were awaiting some distinguished guest?
Clearly!
The distinguished guest the old monk was waiting for had yet to arrive!
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes and calmly looked toward the private room's door.
That was right—this old monk was Cheng Buzheng's avatar!
Just then!
A set of footsteps sounded outside the door.
Creak!
The private room's door was pushed open, revealing a gaunt figure.
The arrival was an old man dressed in the uniform of the Supervision Hall. His eyes were clouded, yet when he saw the old monk sitting upright in the chair, a glint of sharp light flashed through that murky gaze.
The gleam vanished in an instant!
The ruddy-faced old man glanced at the two cups of fragrant Spirit Tea on the table, from which wisps of smoke rose, then strode into the private room with the bearing of a dragon and tiger.
When the old monk saw the newcomer, his gaze swept over the man's sleeve.
Four golden Nine-Leaf Grass motifs were embroidered upon the sleeve of the old man wearing the Supervision Hall uniform. The old monk then rose to his feet, stepped forward a few paces, raised one palm before his chest, and performed a Buddhist salute as he said:
"This humble monk, Fa Hui, greets Fellow Daoist!"
At those words!
True Lord Qingrao, his complexion ruddy, walked to the tea table and sat down. Smiling, he said: