"Master Fengzhen... Greetings, Master of the Observatory!"
Li Fan could have never imagined that the unimpressive-looking middle-aged Taoist standing before him, whose appearance he couldn't even find words to praise, was actually one of the two giants of Mo Zhu Mountain, the Master of the Observatory!
Li Fan hurriedly kowtowed again in respect, unable to restrain his eyes from drifting toward the top of the other's head.
What he had not expected was that the Master of the Observatory was actually bald... Well, after all, he was a middle-aged man with a surge of male hormones... But speaking of which, you can regenerate eyeballs, yet you can't cure baldness, isn't that a bit too ridiculous...
Master Feng nodded, "You have obtained the two parts of the Daoist scriptures from Xuxing, right?"
Seeing the Master being so direct, Li Fan of course didn't dare to conceal anything and quickly said, "Yes, I will transcribe them from memory..."
