"Brother Zhao, all is well, I trust."
The little Taoist hadn't yet stepped through the entrance of the guest hall when he began to call out in a loud and cheerful voice.
Within the hall,
Zhao Dabao, upon hearing the long-missed voice of Jin Xu outside, hastily stood up, forcibly suppressing the agitation on his face, took the teacup in hand, and with a beaming smile went out to meet him.
"Little Taoist, although it's been a long time since our last meeting, I have been keeping up with your achievements through the publications distributed by Tingfeng Building," he said.
The two men met at the entrance of the guest hall, exchanged greetings, and walked in together.
Once both were seated with the host and guest properly arranged, the little Taoist responded with a light laugh.
"It's been some time since I've read the publications from Tingfeng Building. What do they say about me?"
