A tall. A middle-aged man was standing next to the car. He walked towards the three of them and bowed slightly.
"Master He. Please get in."
A lot of mundanes did not understand the power structure of the Taoist world. You could be a Novice or a practitioner and still be referred to as a Master, a title meant for one's personal teacher or a Celestial Master.
"Every Taoist is called a Master in the Mundane world." Yi Hai explained to Gu Yuze.
Gu Yuze let out an, "Oh" and then nodded.
He Qing did not bother to respond as he entered the car. If the attention he had given Gu Yuze when they first met was like the one you would give a potted plant on the roadside, then the attention he was giving the driver was like the one you give a leaf in the forest.
The man drove smoothly and Gu Yuze pressed his face against the glass.
Sky-rise buildings. Electricity. Malls. This was civilisation. He never knew how precious even the roadside kiosk was until he lost it.
