"Subordinate Sanbao, pays respects to the Lord of Temple Sacrifice!"
"Young Master Zeng, has seen the temple sacrifice."
"Hm, Brother Zeng, you may step down first! I shall have a private word with Sanbao."
"Yes, my lord!"
When Young Master Zeng had respectfully withdrawn, only Zhao Sheng and Yushu remained in the room.
Having not seen each other for over thirty years, Yushu Taoist had lost some of his past gentleness and elegance, with his face now bearing a more authoritative and stern look, yet his appearance remained that of a man in his twenties.
"Take a seat!"
Zhao Sheng, hearing this, sat down cross-legged without any reservation. This straightforward action couldn't help but earn him some admiration from Yushu across from him.
"Thirty years have not seen, as expected, you've successfully made a breakthrough. I always knew that before Senior Brother Qiu passed away, he insisted on seeing you for a reason. Today, seeing you, you truly are out of the ordinary."
