In the guest hall, the scent of tea lingered in the air.
Being personally served tea by the most esteemed person in Divine Continent, Dai Qingge felt almost as if he were floating, dizzily taking the teacup handed by Yuxu himself, and thought to himself, even if dad beats me to death, I'm sticking with the real Yuxu. What are those baldies anyway?
He resolved to read the Taoist scriptures later, hoping there weren't too many...
He heard "Qin Jiu" beside him say, "I am Qin Jiu, not Qin Jiu..."
He was still fussing over that...
"Is there a difference?" Yuxu asked. "Or maybe you meant to say Qin Jiu, which seems not entirely impossible."
Dai Qingge didn't catch any difference in the three terms and looked bewildered.
Zhao Changhe, however, mysteriously understood, had just sipped his tea, and upon hearing this, he spat it all out, choking, "The top Taoist in the world, and this is it?"
Yuxu only responded with a non-expressive laughter, "Heh."
