Just as Ye Chen was about to find someone to ask, a young Daoist in a robe suddenly walked toward him. Ye Chen was taken aback. Shit, searching high and low and finding it effortlessly, the young Daoist didn't wait for Ye Chen to speak before saying, "May I ask if you are Mr. Ye Chen?"
"Yes, and you are?!" Ye Chen widened his eyes. He hadn't even introduced himself, yet the person already knew his name. Could this be a magical world? The young Daoist remained unperturbed, handed Ye Chen a set of clothes, and then said, "Mr. Ye, there's no need to ask who I am. Put on these clothes and come with me. My master has long been expecting your return today!"
"And who is your master?" Ye Chen asked while hastily putting on the clothes to cover his bare body.
"No need to ask more; you'll naturally know when we get there!" The young Daoist said with a calm smile.
"Alright, little master, lead the way!" Ye Chen nodded.
