He bowed to Gu Wen and the other two and said, "Fellow Daoists, might I ask what brings you to Qinghua Mountain?"
Flying through the air is a symbol of a Golden Core Cultivator while hovering above a certain Spiritual Mountain is akin to standing outside someone else's door, peering in.
With utmost politeness, Gu Wen returned the bow and said, "I am seeking a particular Qinghua Cake. I learned that only the Qinghua here can be used to make the cakes that date back eight hundred years."
The Golden Core Cultivator said, "I am but three hundred years old and have never heard of Qinghua Cake. This place is private territory, so I cannot allow fellow Daoists to explore at will. Please forgive me."
"What's with all the dilly-dallying? Move aside and let me handle this. Who acts so courteous toward their juniors like some old ancestor?"
Chi Yu Zi pushed past Gu Wen and flung a token into the air, resplendent with gold and red; its fiery red characters gleamed.
