After speaking, Chengyu walked away briskly, leaving Zhang Chen standing there scratching his head: "Was I just made fun of?"
However, he wasn't angry. Instead, he continued to follow Chengyu. They arrived at a large hall filled with numerous bookshelves stacked with countless documents, where a middle-aged man in his fifties was organizing the shelves.
"Master Wang, the Daoist Temple has taken in a new disciple, and the Master asked me to add him to the register," Chengyu called out from the threshold.
The threshold was quite high, about thirty centimeters, and she found it challenging to step inside. Not wanting to lose face in front of Zhang Chen and after realizing the difficulty, she simply called out from outside the threshold.
The man organizing the bookshelves paused upon hearing and turned his head to look at Chengyu and Zhang Chen with a surprised expression.
