While Zhang Heng talked to the Tang-suited old man, Chen Huadong was walking towards him with a poetry book. He was shocked to see the old man. The latter, on the other hand, greeted him in kind. "You must be Chen Huadong. Pleasure meeting you here."
"Oh, glad to meet you too," Chen Huadong replied, dazed. He was a little confused about the current situation. If memory served him right, he knew he had never met an old man in a Tang suit before. Now when a person was called by name, they would naturally return the greeting. The old man seemed to have talked with Zhang Heng for a while just now, meaning he should be an elder or teacher.
Chen Huadong responded and cast his gaze on Zhang Heng, but the latter had no intention to explain the whole thing. Instead, he turned to Chen Huadong. "We have found all the books. I don't think you need me to be here anymore. I'll be making a move then."
