The meal was a lively affair.
We ate for nearly an hour.
Afterward, Seventh Master, Meng Yifan, and I were about to say goodbye to the old man.
But Daoist Xiang stopped me alone. He called me aside and asked my name.
"My name is Chen Mo."
"Chen Mo?"
Daoist Xiang looked at me and smiled faintly. "A good name. Like you, simple yet profound."
I was a little puzzled. "You've never spent any time with me. How would you know what sort of person I am?"
Daoist Xiang said, "Someone with a well-proportioned, full face has a kind heart. Upright eyes reflect an upright heart. You're sincere and kind, but you have many things buried inside, and they all show in your eyes."
I thought to myself that this was physiognomy. The old Daoist could read faces, too.
"Actually, I stopped you because I was curious and wanted to ask you something."
Daoist Xiang asked, "Why are you so interested in the Mohist School? Are you a Mohist descendant yourself?"
I shook my head. "No, but my Patriarch was a Mohist descendant."
"Oh?" Daoist Xiang immediately became interested. "May I ask your esteemed teacher's name?"
I answered truthfully, "My Patriarch's name is Tang Zhui. Do you know him?"
At the name, Daoist Xiang's pupils widened, and his expression shifted dramatically. He looked deeply shocked.
"You know my Patriarch?"
"Y-yes. I've heard of him. He was my senior..."
Daoist Xiang composed himself, then suddenly looked at my neck and asked, "What are you wearing?"
I quickly pulled out the jade pendant my Patriarch had given me and smiled. "This was a first-meeting gift from my Patriarch. I've always worn it. I figured anything he gave me had to work better than a protective talisman."
For some reason, Daoist Xiang suddenly