Shhh...
The summer breeze blew gently, rustling through the lush canopy of the large banyan tree, as patches of fractured golden sunlight shimmered through the cool patches on the ground.
After such a long time, seeing the Old Heavenly Master of the Daoist sect again, Zhao Douan had initially thought he would be nervous.
But perhaps it was due to the gentle demeanor and smiling face of Zhang Yan Yi that instantly eased his somewhat anxious heart. The distance suddenly seemed to close, and it felt as if their last meeting had only been a short time ago.
"I have met Heavenly Master Zhang." Zhao Douan greeted respectfully and bowed.
Heavenly Master Zhang, who looked like an elderly man playing chess and napping under the trees in the alley on a summer day in the Capital, teasingly joked:
"Such formality and politeness are not like you. You and I are not meeting for the first time, so there's no need to be reserved. Feel at home."
