"Junior Brother, go on in. I'll wait for you outside the hall," the paper man said with a gentle smile, a world apart from the real Gao Chong.
Fang Cheng cupped his fists in thanks, then walked to the front of the hall, bowed, and said, "Disciple Fang Cheng, here to cultivate a sect technique."
The doors to the Scripture Pavilion hall slowly swung open, and a voice said, "I just heard the bell, and here you are. You seem to be an impatient one."
Fang Cheng looked up and saw that just inside the main hall stood a magnificent and ornate screen, upon which were inscribed tens of thousands of characters in a sprawling script.
Seated cross-legged on a jade mat at the foot of the screen was a plainly dressed, long-bearded old man, who was watching him with a grin.
Fang Cheng walked into the hall, offered a salute, and said, "Greetings, Elder."
