"Ah... your discerning eye was truly godlike, Senior. Forgive my discourtesy." Wan Yixing pressed his palms together and bowed in salute.
"Mr. Tang, my senior brother may be young, but he's an elder of the Qingcheng Sect," Zhang Zhongjing said.
"The Qingcheng Sect actually exists?" Tang Wen was taken aback.
"Of course. This Qingcheng Martial Arts Hall of mine was actually opened by the Qingcheng Sect. I'm merely its manager," Zhang Zhongjing said.
"I thought it only existed in novels, not in real life," Tang Wen said.
"Then you're mistaken. Novels draw their material from reality too. Otherwise, writers wouldn't shoot arrows without a target, making things up at random.
"In our Great Eastern Republic, there's not just the Qingcheng Sect, but Huashan, Shaolin, Wudang, Kongtong, the Celestial Master Sect, the War Dragon Sect, and others.
"Of course, they do practice martial arts, but they aren't as fantastical as novels make them out to be." Wan Yixing shook his head.
"Then does the Blood Clan really exist in the west too?" Tang Wen asked.
"Of course, but they're merely an ethnic group. They worship bats, have strong bodies, and possess unusual blood.
"But they can't transform into bats and fly as they do in novels. That's fantasy fiction.
"Werewolves exist too, for instance. They have the nature of wolves and are extremely savage," Wan Yixing said.
"This vast world truly holds every imaginable wonder. What an eye-opener," Tang Wen marveled.
"Mr. Tang, with martial arts as formidable as yours, why not join our Qingcheng Sect? You could at least rank among the core elders," Wan Yixing said.
"What benefits do core elders receive?" Tang Wen asked.
"Quite a few. An annual salary of ten million, a car, a personal secretary, a dedicated driver, a Chinese-style villa with its own courtyard,