603 You Are The Bes (1/2)

This was the first time Wang Lu met with Daoist Master Feng Yin since his self-awakening through time travel dream.

He had gone through a lot of experience since their last meeting.

After his adventure in the demon world and time travel dream, Wang Lu returned to Nine Regions, and by chance coincidence, he met with Liu Li and then together they went to the group of immortal tombs. Then, because of the mark of the sword demon that was left in him, Earth Immortal Xuan Mo took a fancy of him and he was drawn into her immortal dreamland. In that immortal dreamland, he experienced a series of adventure, from asking the Heaven to starting the prelude of the grand competition.

During this period, Wang Lu and Feng Yin were two of the most important members. However, although the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals held many meetings, for various reasons, they had never been able to meet directly. The communication between them was just through letters.

When he saw Daoist Master Feng Yin again, Wang Lu's mind went into a trance, as if he went back to one hundred and fifty years ago… At that time, the present Daoist Master Feng Yin was still a clumsy young rascal. Because of his strong sense of responsibility and toughness, Ouyang Shang chose him to be the pillar of the golden generation.

At present, the young rascal had turned into a disgusting old ghost. And that immature sprout had truly become the towering tree that sheltered the Spirit Sword Sect...

It was not difficult to imagine how much exactly Feng Yin had paid for that. When he inherited the inheritance of many members of the golden generation, his qualification and insight were among the best in the world. However, in merely more than one hundred years, he had advanced from Jindan to peak Deity Stage, moreover, it was a peak Deity Stage that was comparable to a Supreme. To achieve all of these, he had, by no means, took a normal path.

This could also be seen from that withered old face—from Jindan Stage, the lifespan of a cultivator was around five hundred years. And when it came to Deity Stage, the lifespan could be around one thousand and five hundred years. According to this standard, Feng Yin was actually still very young, so he was not supposed to look that old at all.

Obviously, this was one of the costs that he had paid over the past one hundred and fifty years.

With these thoughts in mind, the complexity in Wang Lu's mind was beyond description. Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu, two individuals' identity continued to intertwine.

”Ah, right, Brother Wang, it just so happened that I have something to deal with. I will excuse myself.”

Seeing that Wang Lu was in a trance, and considering that Daoist Master Feng Yin came here in a low-key way, it was likely that they had internal matters that they needed to discuss. Thus, Hai Yunfan very cleverly chose to promptly leave.

As soon as Hai Yunfan went away, Wang Lu also regained his senses and put on a warm smiling face.

”Please come in, Uncle Sect Leader, wait for me to serve you tea.”

With that, he stepped forward, pushed open the door, and welcomed Feng Yin in. After which, he quickly brought Feng Yin the highest quality tea that was sent to him by a Sect Leader of a middle-rank Sects.

Feng Yin took the tea, took a sip, and then sighed. ”It's really a good tea.”

”The master of the House of Fragrant Tea sent it. Looks like they didn't toot their own horn, what they sent is indeed good stuff.”

Feng Yin put down his teacup, smiled, and said, ”Not bad, even the master of the House of Fragrant Tea would have to gift you.”

Wang Lu said, ”People couldn't possibly come with an empty hand while having requests on others. The House of Fragrant Tea intends to monopolize the supply of tea to all the members of Organizing Committee, thus, they have sent teas to all the high-level members of the committee. Unfortunately, you declined the invitation to become a member of the Organizing Committee. Otherwise, the tea you get could only be more than I got.”

Feng Yin said, ”In recent times, the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals is spreading your matter everywhere…”

Wang Lu asked, ”The Legendary Adventure Curing the World sold that well? Tsk, Wang Wu really earned much writing remuneration from that.”

While saying that, Wang Lu didn't waste time and began to deal with the official documents directly. In any case, Daoist Master Feng Yin didn't care about these overly-detailed formalities while on Wang Lu's side. After all, he really had a crazy amount of business to deal with.

However, Wang Lu initially planned to do the two different things at the same time, dealing with the official documents while chatting with Feng Yin. But while handling the official documents, the room remained silent for a long time—Feng Yin actually didn't say anything throughout.

It was not until Wang Lu finished dealing with the thick stack of documents in his hand, signed his own opinion on the front page, and then subconsciously prepared to ask Hai Yunfan to help publish it that he found his Uncle Sect Leader quietly watching himself at the table. He had actually been waiting for him for a long time.

”Em, Uncle Sect Leader, what's the matter?”

Who knew that Feng Yin actually remained silent, still quietly watching him. But the scary thing was that his penetrating focus was actually located behind him...

”Uncle Sect Leader, do you need a new pair of glasses?”

”…”

Wang Lu shifted several meters to the side but found that Sect Leader Feng Yin was still motionless! Were it not for the long gentle breathing, he would be like a dead person.

”... Is this a fire deviation? I'd better call master over to steal the Sect Leader's golden seal while he is still like this. Regardless of whether it ends up with success or failure, there would be a good play for me to enjoy.”

Just as Wang Lu was about to contact his master, he saw that Feng Yin had finally woken up and then sighed. ”Really similar.”