Cen Dongsheng's gaze followed the direction, spotting an elderly man with graying hair and an ordinary appearance, drinking alone in the corner, a short sword cast from copper coins resting by his hand.
"Don't call me 'Curse Forbidden Master', a Taoist is just a Taoist, I don't know when these incomprehensible titles started popping up."
Upon hearing Jiang Zihao's words, the old man snorted coldly, slamming the wine vessel down on the table, visibly irritable.
"...Mr. Wang is a secular Taoist, who used to cultivate at Lingyun Temple in Tianmen Mountain and has been practicing in the secular world for thirty years now."
Jiang Zihao didn't mind the old man's attitude and continued.
"Then, this is..."
"Sister Yun Mei, you're here!"
At this moment, a young man about the same age as Cen Dongsheng stood up gleefully, interrupting their conversation.
"Jiang Qi? We talked a few days ago at the hospital; I thought you wouldn't come."
