"Good afternoon fellow daoist, my name is Bao Wen and I was looking to book a courtyard. I hope there are some available," Yao De said, as he primed his body for swift reaction if needed. His body was strung like a bow knocking an arrow, ready to deploy at a moment's notice, especially when the middle-aged man who had been closing his eyes, finally opened them.
Yao De felt his soul stir for a second like he had seen some primordial beast before the sensation passed away.
"Sorry for that, I was meditating. It's a troublesome art that I don't quite have a solid grasp of, but despite the troubles it offers I still find it worthwhile.." the middle-aged man said as his gaze fell on the mushrooms and flowers growing on his beard before it went to the potted plants, and the moss on the floor.
