Only after the old Immortal Master had left did Li Ping pull Li Feng inside and ask in a low voice.
"Was that martial master really Martial Sage Zuo?"
Li Feng looked up at his father and nodded as he answered softly.
"He really was..."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner? When did you meet him? He isn't some swindler, is he?"
"Impossible! Great Hero Zuo isn't a swindler! We've known each other for ages. He stayed at Mud Dust Temple before, and I met him when I went there. He even saved me once. There was a demon in the city then, and Great Hero Zuo casually found a flat staff and smashed it to death in one strike!"
Li Ping nodded thoughtfully and patted Li Feng on the shoulder.
"Good, good. Go on now. Tonight, daddy will have the kitchen prepare another table of fine dishes. Speak to Great Hero Zuo first. When your father returns later, I'll personally invite him."
"Daddy, you're going out?"
Hearing Li Feng's words, Li Ping smiled and rubbed his head.
"Yes. Your father already had official business to attend to, but Immortal Master Tang's visit delayed me. Don't worry, I'll be back in no time."
Li Ping hurried from the Official Residence, but he did not head for the government offices. Instead, he went straight to the Imperial Palace—not to see the emperor, but to a place within the palace called the Heavenly Abyss Pagoda. It was a Buddhist Pagoda where Imperial Advisor Master Moyun generally cultivated.
Judging from Immortal Master Tang's reaction just now, Zuo Wuji, whom Li Feng had mentioned, was very likely no impostor. After careful consideration, Li Ping felt that the safest course was to seek confirmation from Master Moyun.
As soon as Li Ping neared the Buddhist