Zhang Deming watched the proprietress with a cool gaze, a little confused. He had no idea what she was talking about.
Seeing his expression, the proprietress assumed he wasn't concerned. She guessed he was some rich master who didn't mind the small sum, and said with a sigh of relief, "Well, enjoy your meal."
Zhang Deming watched the proprietress leave, completely baffled. He turned to the young boy sitting at the table. "Fellow Daoist, would you mind if I joined you? There are no other empty seats."
The young boy, Yi Huaihai, smiled at Zhang Deming. His gaze lingered for a moment on Zhang Deming's robes before he replied, "I don't mind at all, Senior Brother."
Zhang Deming paused. "You call me Senior Brother? Could it be that you're…"
Yi Huaihai smiled. "I'm a Noble Disciple from one of the Peripheral Noble Families of the Celestial Spirit Sect. I'm on my way there now, hoping to enter the Outer Sect."
Zhang Deming asked, puzzled, "All by yourself?"
