As soon as Sect Leader Lu Chen finished speaking, the clamorous plaza suddenly fell silent.
Then, several Purple Serenity Temple disciples emerged before the main hall, surrounding a white-haired old Daoist as they led him out of the hall.
The old Daoist wore his hair in a topknot and was dressed in a purple-and-white Daoist robe. Though his face was lined with wrinkles,
he was exceptionally spirited. Holding a horsetail whisk as he approached, he carried himself with the air of an immortal.
Seeing this, Master subconsciously said,
"Old Jade Six is in pretty good spirits!"
"Isn't he? Wonder what his cultivation is like now."
Uncle Yu chimed in. The two of them had made up again.
As Daoist Jade Soul appeared, he held his horsetail whisk and cupped his hands toward the many fellow Daoists below.
"Fellow Daoists, you have come from afar and brought honor to this humble abode.
I, Jade Soul, have idled away a hundred years. Looking back on the past, I have done nothing more than gather herbs in the mountains, cultivate my heart before the furnace, guard this little Daoist temple, and watch the clouds roll by...
Today, this place is filled with honored guests, all outstanding talents of the Daoist world and reclusive masters beyond the mundane. I have no exquisite delicacies to offer, only simple tea and plain fare, along with a cup of humble wine..."
Daoist Jade Soul went on and on for a full five minutes.
Though he spoke for a long time, the old Daoist's voice was full of vigor, and he was quite eloquent. He clearly had a literary foundation, and listening to him was smooth and never dull...
Uncle Yu, who had just reconciled with Master, immediately whispered to him,
"See that, Song Decai? Learn from him.