Seeing the crowd below clicking their tongues in wonder, Murong Yong smiled smugly.
He smiled and was about to call for the waiter when he glanced at the door from the corner of his eye and saw a familiar tall figure enter Tianyin Pavilion.
It was a muscular man in his 50s with silver strands in his hair. He had a rough beard on his black face and was wearing a brown brocade robe with eight immortal patterns wrapped around his stomach. His footsteps were firm and he looked like he had a dignified aura.
This was?! Murong Yong's eyes lit up and he hurriedly stood up.
He hurried down the stairs and approached the newcomer with a smile. He cupped his hands and said, "Wei… Old Master Wei, what a coincidence."
Under everyone's gaze, Murong Yong could not reveal the other party's true identity, so he addressed him as Old Master Wei.
