Gu Zhao led Taoist Qingwei into the main hall of the research institute and invited the Daoist to take the seat of honor. Gu Zhao then brewed a pot of tea and poured a cup for Taoist Qingwei before turning and heading to the back room.
A moment later, Taoist Qingyuan followed Gu Zhao out.
"Senior Brother Qingwei!"
"Junior Brother Zhang."
Taoist Qingwei looked up to see Taoist Qingyuan striding toward him. He was dressed in a simple blue Daoist robe, his steps were brisk, and his bearing was magnificent. Though his hair and beard were graying, his eyes shone brightly, radiating a soul-captivating aura.
At first glance, Taoist Qingwei felt as if he were looking at a great master who had walked straight out of a martial arts novel.
Taoist Qingwei stood frozen on the spot, overwhelmed by how much Taoist Qingyuan had changed.
"Senior Brother!"
