Over a cup of tea, two people sat opposite each other, a pale red carpet underfoot and chairs made of Huanghuali wood, composing a scene with an ancient charm.
"Why do they call you 'Uncle Master'?" Even with her composed temperament, Xiao Ya couldn't suppress the curiosity in her heart.
Li Xiaoyao took a sip of his tea and said, "Do you know Liu Chengxiang?"
"The Yin Yang Master Liu Chengxiang?" Xiao Ya didn't understand why he was asking this.
"Those youngsters are disciples of Liu Chengxiang, and Liu Chengxiang and I are from the same sect."
Xiao Ya's pupils contracted slightly, her red lips parted in disbelief.
Who was Liu Chengxiang?
Anyone with a little status in Jindu would know of Liu Chengxiang's great name.
There weren't many in Jindu who could be called a master, but Liu Chengxiang was one of them.
Xiao Ya could never have imagined that Li Xiaoyao had such a connection with Liu Chengxiang.
