Wang Daniu looked at Old Yang and sized him up carefully.
Old Yang seemed like a very delicate elderly man, around sixty years old.
He appeared amiable and unassuming, yet his gaze and subtle expressions often gave Wang Daniu a feeling of danger.
This old man was indeed not as simple as he seemed.
"Taoist Priest, please have a seat. You are my lifesaver. How can I sit down if you don't?"
After exchanging courtesies, they finally took their seats amid urging each other.
The dishes on the table indeed looked like a collection of game delicacies, wild boar, hare, tiger penis, and bear paw—rare and exquisite dishes.
Especially the bowl of broth that Old Yang brought in last, which emitted a rich fragrance.
"Come, Taoist Priest, try this signature dish called Dragon and Phoenix Soup. It's cooked with snake and wild chicken for a whole day and night; the taste is extremely fresh and delicious," Old Yang said with a special fondness for this dish, introducing it himself.
