"Whether busy or not, one must never be impolite."
Fang Che smiled, then suddenly became serious, "I must first apologize to you here, teacher. The last time I came to consult with you, I didn't ask for your name, which was my oversight."
The old man chuckled without a word, "What oversight? Even I have nearly forgotten my own name."
He squinted his eyes, looked up, and it seemed as if countless flashes of blades and swords passed through his eyes, then his eyes closed again. In a soft voice, he said, "My surname is Shen, the 'Shen' in 'immortal'. You can just call me Old Man Shen. As for my given name, let's leave that be. This broken body of mine has disgraced the prestigious name of my ancestors!"
Fang Che nodded silently, "The surname Shen is indeed rare."
Old Man Shen took two big gulps of alcohol, "This wine is truly good."
