Before going to Tai Chi Sect, Long Fei had already prepared himself mentally.
But he hadn't expected that upon arrival, the situation would be even worse than he imagined.
What kind of Daoist temple was this? It was clearly an abandoned thatch hut.
The walls were made of piled stones, with a statue of Ancestor Zhang Sanfeng enshrined in the main hall in the front, and living quarters in the back.
The room had only two chambers, one was for Master Zhang Zhengyang, and the other for the disciple.
Surprisingly, in such a rundown place, Zhang Zhengyang had actually taken in a disciple.
This disciple was young, around fifteen or sixteen years old.
His eyes were bright and full of spirit, but he seemed a bit dull when speaking, bearing a somewhat slow and silly demeanor.
After Zhang Zhengyang entered, the boy came up, his face turning red with anxiety, and urgently said, "Mas, Master, you're back. I'm hungry, Pu Yu has been hungry for two days."
