"My Master is an elusive figure. He began wandering the world several years ago, and his location has been unknown ever since."
"I've only been following my Master's orders, cultivating and waiting in his grotto-abode. He told me that if anyone ever came looking for him, I was to have them wait outside for half a month."
"If, after half a month, that person still hasn't left and insists on a meeting, only then was I to come out and welcome them into the grotto-abode."
"Why do you still not believe me? You've already searched the entire grotto-abode."
"This is the sachet my Master told me to give you."
Jingyang City, deep within a secluded estate.
A crisp, youthful voice rang out from the center of the pavilion.
The speaker was a young Daoist acolyte with his hair tied up in a Daoist Bun. With his rosy lips and white teeth, he appeared to be only seven or eight years old. He exuded a pure spiritual aura, fresh and natural.
