The Senior Brother gestured politely and led Lin Yi into the side room.
The house was old, but it was kept very clean, impeccably spotless.
There was a faint scent of sandalwood.
On the floor were futons, and sitting on one was an elderly man with white hair and beard.
Lin Yi guessed that this was Li Fu.
"Master, I've brought him here."
Li Fu looked at Lin Yi with a slight expression of surprise in his eyes.
"So young, yet able to defeat my disciple. Quite skilled."
"The master praises me too generously, it was just sheer luck."
"Please, sit down."
"Thank you, Master."
Lin Yi sat cross-legged on the futon, a posture he hadn't assumed in a long time, and felt a bit unfamiliar.
"You come from Shangqing Palace," Li Fu inquired:
"How has Daoist Zhang been lately?"
"Eating well, sleeping well, occasionally taking liberties with female tourists, living quite comfortably."
"Having such a mindset is indeed a good thing."
