White-cut chicken, braised squab, honey-glazed char siu, poached prawns... all famous cantonese cuisine.
As the four ate and chatted, Zhang Hang learned that the two women were from Yandu. However, they had first met Gu Zhao at Yuanfa Palace in Guangzhou, properly gotten acquainted at Qingyang Palace in Rongcheng, and become friends on Qingcheng Mountain.
"A famous mountain's grand temple can do that too?" Zhang Hang was astonished. "I'm going to Yuanfa Palace tomorrow to try my luck too!"
Gu Zhao reminded him, "Remember to donate more incense money."
"Incense money isn't the problem. The problem is, what's going on with your martial arts?" Zhang Hang stared at Gu Zhao in shock. "How did I never know you were this amazing?"
Jiang Shishi spoke excitedly, vividly recounting the scene of Gu Zhao leaping through the air to save someone. Yet regarding the Heavenly Dipper Amulet, the two women tacitly said nothing.
Judging from Daoist Yansong and Gu Zhao's reactions, there could not be many people in the country with such miraculous abilities. Naturally, they would not casually spread the word, especially since ordinary people who had never witnessed it would not believe them anyway.
Zhang Hang did not even know Gu Zhao's true martial prowess, so he clearly knew even less that Gu Zhao had already cultivated miraculous Daoist True Qi.
"I've always practiced martial arts with my grandfather. It's not like you didn't know." Gu Zhao picked up a squab. Its skin was crisp, its meat tender and smooth, its bones soft and juicy. The instant it entered his mouth, fragrance blossomed in every direction, leaving him deeply satisfied.
"I knew you practiced martial arts, and your forms looked great, but I didn't know you were this good! You're even a parkour expert. Why have you never shown off