Lin Zhenghui had expected her master to be an old Taoist with an aura of immortality.
To his surprise, it turned out to be an old floor-sweeping Taoist with a somewhat long beard and grizzled hair.
But he had the look of an old, hale dragon, not like those frail elders.
"This is my master, Zhengyang Taoist," Zi Ruo introduced Lin Zhenghui.
"Hehe, you indeed look just like your mother, but you don't have her talent," Zhengyang Taoist put down his broom and sized up Lin Zhenghui.
"Greetings, Taoist," Lin Zhenghui said with his hands clasped together.
"Come on, strike me with all your might. Let me see how powerful you are," Zhengyang Taoist said, wanting to test his strength.
"Elder Taoist, this isn't a good idea. What if I injure you? I don't have the money to compensate you," Lin Zhenghui knew he wanted to test his own power.
"No worries, no worries. Your power won't hurt me. Come on, hit me here," the old Taoist said, patting his chest.
