Once upon a time, he was just a tribal barbarian from the Lower Realm, struggling to fill his belly, his tribe annihilated, his kin slaughtered.
Yet now, he can not only converse and laugh with those true giants of this world, but they even seem somewhat ingratiating.
It's all thanks to the Adult.
Putting his thoughts aside, Old man Lin didn't chat with the group of Taoist Masters for too long.
In fact, after just a word or two with each,
Old man Lin stretched out his hand towards the winding stone path behind.
"The Adult is already waiting for you all on the back mountain."
"Thank you!" The several Taoist Masters expressed their gratitude, then hastened away.
Back Mountain.
Jiang Hui was dressed in a simple white robe, his clothes fluttering as if merging with the surrounding scenery, yet standing above it all.
His eyes, deep as the night sky, yet filled with boundless wisdom and compassion, commanded respect and awe at a glance.
The stage was set.
