Chen Feng was unwilling to waste any more time, so he said to Xu Zhihao, "Family Head Xu, we should take a look at your daughter's illness."
"Good! There's no time to delay, I'll take you there right now!" Xu Zhihao, with a grand gesture, anxiously pulled Chen Feng toward the inner courtyard.
"Hold on!" At this moment, a clear voice suddenly rose from behind the crowd, causing everyone to turn back, and within a moment, they saw a young man followed by an elderly Taoist with white whiskers.
"Xu Zhenhai, didn't I tell you to go and cultivate? Why are you causing trouble here again!" As soon as Xu Zhihao saw that the person was his own son, he immediately said with anger, "You should go cultivate at once!"
Xu Zhenhai, however, smiled and pointed to the white-whiskered Taoist behind him, saying, "Dad, do you know who this venerable elder behind me is?"
"Who is it?" Everyone was curiously examining the elder.
