Lawrence Winters was utterly baffled by the old Daoist's fantastical ramblings.
"...Grandmaster Grandpa, I don't read much, so you can't fool me." Lawrence steadied himself, holding onto his small backpack, a sly glint in his eyes. "Since you said my Soft Whip is made of the tendons of Gonggong, this is the most valuable thing from a highly endangered protected animal. When I return home, I'll have another teacher of mine inspect it, to see exactly what it's made of."
Old Daoist: "!!!"
Lawrence's other teacher, now named Ian Lothrop, formerly known as Timothy Graham...
He's quite a formidable character!
The old Daoist promptly sat up straight, chuckling nervously, saying, "I was just telling you a mythological story, how could you take it seriously? Besides, whether Gonggong even exists is another matter. Where would I find its dragon tendons to make you a Soft Whip, right? You shouldn't take it to your other teacher and let him laugh at our Celestial Path Sect..."
