The Chief Elder rose to his feet, smiling composedly:
"The hour has come; it's time for me to invite the senior's disciples out. I wonder how well they have learned…"
But Mr. Zhuang said, "There's no rush."
The smile on the Chief Elder's face gradually faded. "Senior, what do you mean by that?"
"Nothing much," Mr. Zhuang replied indifferently. "This tea is quite delightful. Join me for a little while longer."
The Chief Elder, slightly angry yet hiding it with a smile, said:
"Senior, you've already been drinking for four hours. Even if the tea is excellent, surely you've had enough?"
"I've had enough, but I have a Taoist friend who hasn't," said Mr. Zhuang with a slight smile.
"A Taoist friend?"
The Chief Elder was taken aback. Then, shifting his gaze, he noticed that the seat to his right, which had been empty, was now occupied by a dour and wooden-looking old man.
This person was Old Kui.
The Chief Elder exclaimed indignantly, "Mr. Zhuang..."
But before he could finish, he saw Old Kui lift his head and give him a glance.
That look pierced through to his soul, sending a shiver down his spine, as if he'd been cast into an icy pit.
The Chief Elder staggered a few steps before steadying himself and quickly changed his tone to a polite and mild manner:
"Mr. Zhuang, please, as you wish, there's no rush, no rush at all..."
After speaking, the Chief Elder wiped the cold sweat from his brow, still feeling alarm.
He wanted to take another look at Old Kui but didn't dare; fear swelled within him.
What level of Cultivation did this old man possess…
The Chief Elder was terrified internally but dared not say anything else.
But fortunately, the incense had already burned out, the Shrine was closed, and the Dao could not be manifested.
Those little ghosts, although they stayed inside, wouldn't be able to learn much.
It didn't matter much if they stayed a bit longer…
The Chief Elder breathed a sigh of relief, consoling himself.
Mr. Zhuang remained calm on the surface, but his heart stirred, and he began forming gestures beneath his sleeve. After a moment, his eyes widened in surprise.
His young disciple seemed to have discovered something extraordinary…
Mr. Zhuang pondered for a moment, his expression growing serious.
What secrets did the ancestors of the Five Elements Sect still hold back…