"Hmph, you really don't appreciate kindness. If you are Old Wang, then follow me inside; if you are not, then please do as you wish," the young Taoist boy snorted coldly, with an air that almost seemed genuine. He had the demeanor of a venerable master who had practiced for many years.
It was only after the Taoist boy spoke that Old Wang came to realize that the boy had been waiting for him all along. Could it be that the master within the Taoist Temple had foreseen his arrival? Instantly, Old Wang put on an obsequious smile, a look he had often used in that antique shop before. Of course, since one does not slap a smiling face, the antique shop owner couldn't do much, especially as Old Wang was only there to look around.
"Little master, may I know if your master had foreseen my coming here?" Old Wang asked, rubbing his hands together.
"Am I very small?" the young Taoist boy gave Old Wang a dismissive look and said.
