The next day.
Daylight broke, and the first glimmer of dawn appeared.
Dressed in a brand-new ink-black outfit, Jiang Yuechu asked where the old Daoist Wu Shisan was staying, then headed there alone.
The moment she stepped through the gate, a rich smell of fermented wine mash reached her nose.
The scruffy old Daoist lay on his back in a courtyard chair, one leg crossed over the other and swaying lazily.
Hearing footsteps, he grunted without opening his eyes. "If you've come to thank me, don't bother."
Jiang Yuechu stopped three paces away and saluted with cupped hands, her expression calm. "You misunderstand, Senior. I haven't come to see you."
"Oh?"
Wu Shisan's swinging leg stopped. At last, he deigned to open his old eyes and gave her a curious glance.
Not here to see me... then what is she doing here?
Could she be here for my disciple?
"I'm looking for Wang Ziyu."
"..."
Wu Shisan's expression became rather interesting.
He looked Jiang Yuechu up and down, doubts stirring in his mind.
If she's here to ask about cultivation, why leave the master right here and go to that half-baked disciple who's only at the second tier of the Tower-Climbing Realm?
What kind of sense does that make?
Or could it be...
The old Daoist smacked his lips, his gaze turning peculiar.
His disciple might look like a little boy, but he was actually no youngster.
Could these two have developed some secret relationship during their trip?
"Ahem."
Wu Shisan cleared his throat, his expression subtle. "Girl, I may not care about all those tedious formalities, but that brat is still a direct-line disciple of the Mysterious Truth Grotto-Heaven. In certain matters... we still have to consider whether the families are suitably matched. Besides..."
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly and