The monk Qi Yu felt a moment of surprise. He had been in the Central Plains for several years and was well-acquainted with various remarkable people, but he had never heard of someone named Xi Menzi.
Could it be a Direct Disciple from some reclusive sect, sent out to roam the mortal world?
Qi Yu involuntarily perked up his ears, listening intently as he gradually conjured an image of the scene in the private room next door.
Three middle-aged men—one short, one fat, one thin—were sitting around a round table, drinking and chatting leisurely.
The short man took a big gulp of wine and said, "Taoist Priest Xi Menzi? I've heard of him too. This priest is kind-hearted and roams the world only to slay demons and exorcise evil.
"I heard that he encountered such a strange case in Long County. Two families were to be joined in matrimony. Both the bride and groom hailed from distinguished clans—a perfect match—and their wedding procession was grand, with drums and gongs resounding.
