"But... Prince, the Daoist outside seems quite extraordinary, and claims he's from some place called Shanqing Temple, named Yan Daoxin, and insists on seeing you..." The steward relayed the exact words the gatekeeper had told him to Zhu Cheng.
Zhu Cheng initially had no intention of dealing with such matters; he had been consumed with forging a batch of new Black Iron weapons day and night, with little room for anything else. However, upon hearing the Prince Mansion Steward mention "Shanqing Temple" and "Yan Daoxin," he halted the words on the tip of his tongue.
"Who did you say wants to see me?" He wasn't sure if he had misheard, so he asked again.
"A Daoist from Shanqing Temple, named Yan Daoxin," the steward quickly replied.
This time, Zhu Cheng confirmed he had not misheard; it was indeed the person he had thought of.
