The giant man shook his head, opened his eyes in confusion, and stared at the person in front of him. After a while, he realized it was someone he knew, and said, "He's here, he's here. Yesterday, Master ruined a batch of Elixir Pills, he's in a very foul mood, Old Daoist, you'd best not provoke him."
Ancestor Hui Xuan grumbled and ignored him. He walked straight to the thatched hut but dared not get too close. Keeping a distance of ten or so zhang, he called out loudly, "Is Ji Daoist here?"
After a short while, a ghastly white chilly wind blew out from inside, condensing into a gray-robed scholar. This person appeared to be in his forties, with a cold expression and slightly frosty sideburns. He glanced at Ancestor Hui Xuan with an extremely unfriendly look and said, "What do you want?"
Ancestor Hui Xuan bowed and said, "How have you been lately, fellow Daoist?"
Daoist Ji sneered and said, "What's good? Just waiting to die." He sized him up and stepped aside, "Come in and sit."
