They walked for over four hundred meters.
Zhang Feng stopped asking questions because he saw a group of seven or eight people gathered at the entrance of a teahouse ahead, speaking in hushed tones.
It seemed like something was happening there.
Zhang Feng reached the spot and followed their gaze toward the small teahouse.
The teahouse had its windows open.
Through the window, Zhang Feng saw two elderly men, appearing to be around eighty years old, sitting inside.
One of them was the guest of honor.
He didn't expect to see him here.
At this moment.
Zhang Feng found it interesting, and as he took a careful look, he noticed the man was smiling and offering tea to the elderly man opposite him.
Opposite him was a Daoist wearing a robe.
There was a small mouse on his shoulder.
How could the 'dear friend' of the guest of honor be the Lingshan Immortal?
Zhang Feng paused for a moment at this sight.
He truly hadn't expected it.
