"Greetings to Ancestor Liang!"
"Disciple Wang Chong pays respects to Ancestor Liang!"
"Disciple..."
"Grandmaster Liang, this here is your residence—a serene place on the back mountain with disciples tightly guarding it. It's not commonly disturbed by anyone, with a total of sixteen rooms and five cultivation rooms. The hill at the rear belongs to the Daoist Master, and to the front left is Daoist Jianhong's area."
Liang Qu nodded: "There's enough room; I don't have many people on my side."
"If you need anything or have any matters, just let us know. We are right in the small courtyard next door. In the cultivation room, there are ropes with bells. Pull on one, and we can get the message."
"Thank you."
"You're too kind. How could arranging a residence for Grandmaster Liang, who's back home, be considered hard work?" The disciple in the blue robe reverently performed the rites, bowed to both sides, stepped back to the threshold, and turned to leave.
