"Monk Lin is joking."
Immortal Jingxu was not flustered, speaking calmly, "I'm just a humble Daoist. How could I know Taoist techniques?"
"It's merely out of curiosity, no other intentions, hope you understand, venerable one."
Link chuckled, rounding off his previous statement.
"No problem."
While saying so, Immortal Jingxu picked up the teapot, filled Link's cup with tea, "please have some tea, Monk Lin."
Link glanced at the cup filled with tea, understanding Immortal Jingxu's intention, picked it up, and drank it all like a bull chewing on a peony.
"Thank you for your hospitality, venerable one. For any inconvenience caused, I hope for your understanding."
Setting down the teacup, Link nodded to Immortal Jingxu to express his gratitude and took his leave.
Immortal Jingxu closed his eyes and sat quietly on the low stool for quite a while. He confirmed that Link really left before he opened his eyes again.
