Ling Feng and Chu Xing were sitting on the steps at the entrance, chatting idly. The customers coming in and out found it quite strange.
But neither of them minded or cared about appearances, chatting and laughing like two unemployed people exchanging stories.
It wasn't until over an hour later that a waiter came out and said, "Mr. Ling, that Mr. Fu is out now!"
"Great!"
Ling Feng nodded, got up, and went into the hall with Chu Xing.
Fu Hao had changed into a gray cultivation outfit, shaved his beard, but not his hair, which was tied up on top of his head with a disposable chopstick as a hairpin, gathered together.
Ling Feng was a bit taken aback by his appearance, and the waiter quickly explained, "This was Mr. Fu's request, and we could only meet it with the resources we have!"
"Hmm, it's fine. It actually gives him a very masterly demeanor!"
Ling Feng nodded and turned to Chu Xing, saying, "This is Brother Fu!"
"Hello, Brother Fu!"
