"Zhu Jue Fellow Daoist's extensive knowledge and insights are truly admirable," said Hong De with genuine respect.
In a relatively intact hall of the Li State Instrument Sect.
Xu Hongde bowed slightly, his face flushed with pride as he tried to conceal his delight.
He had not expected that the Xu family, after years of obscurity, would be so well-known even to the eminent Great Qian.
"Traveling widely, one naturally sees more, but it's hardly a remarkable skill," responded Zhu Jue with a smile, returning the gesture.
Behind him, Wu Dao'an rolled his eyes in silence; thousands of years spent in the Armory, thumbing through those outdated texts, familiarity was a given.
To claim he traveled widely—Wu had never seen him leave his abode.
