He cursed at the Fog Walker, that unknown disciple from who knows how many generations ago: "This Zhao Xing, even in a small place, he has to spread such knowledge. A mere fifth-rank official, using a Shang Heng Instrument can actually see through my identity, it's just, just..."
"Scoundrel!" The fifth-rank official in charge of reception immediately rebuked: "Old thing, how dare you slander the Grand Minister of Agriculture! Do you want to end up in prison? Hmph?!"
"You..." Daoist Yue Ying was dumbstruck, to be reprimanded by a secondary fifth-rank Minister of Agriculture.
The audacity, truly the audacity!
"Sorry, sorry, my senior uncle-master, he..." The Fog Walker discreetly pointed to his head.
"Hmph." The official in charge then let them off. "Hurry up and wait over there."
"Yes, yes." The Fog Walker pushed the complaining Daoist Yue Ying into the waiting hall.
"Enough, stop pushing this old man." Daoist Yue Ying flung the Fog Walker's hand away.
