The moment we got off the plane, I asked my master:
"Master, is this friend of yours reliable?"
My master froze when he heard that.
"What do you mean?"
I looked a little awkward. The last time we went to Gui City to see his old friend Gong You, the Huang Family had nearly died in Gong You's villa.
This time, it was another one of my master's old friends. I was worried too!
"Nothing, just asking!"
I said with a smile.
My master saw through me and rolled his eyes.
"You brat, you think I don't know what's going through that head of yours? The man we're seeing this time, you can call him Uncle Xia.
His full name is Xia Feilong. Back when I was young, he was a fishing buddy I met in Mountain City.
We haven't seen much of each other over the years, but we've kept in touch, and we're still close.
He's very well-known around here.
His hall is sizable, and his family worships many immortals.
He's got serious clout here in Fengtian!
When he found out I was coming, he was thrilled. He even said he'd take me to a nearby old fishing spot to catch some big ones."
After hearing that, I asked again:
"Master, Uncle Xia is a spirit medium. Which family's disciple is he?"
My master smiled.
"Oh! Your Uncle Xia worships at Clear Breeze Incense Hall—that is, ghost immortals."
In the early days, spirit mediums were prevalent around here.
All kinds of old mountain immortals came down from the mountains to recruit spirit-medium disciples, receive worship, and gain incense offerings.
Some accomplished Clear Winds followed suit, recruiting spirit-medium disciples and opening their own halls.
Over time, ghosts were no longer called ghosts. They were called Clear Winds.
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