In the room of Wisdom Immortal Zen Master, Zhang San poured a cup of hot tea for the master, smiling warmly at him.
Wisdom Immortal Zen Master actually did not want to bother with Zhang San either, being of old age and accustomed to going to bed early and rising early.
But helplessly, he had been tossing and turning in bed for half the day and had muttered something to himself, which Zhang San heard.
What could he do? He was feeling quite desperate now.
Especially when he saw Zhang San come in holding several volumes, it was clear that this was not a matter to be dismissed with a sentence or two.
"Zhang San, go ahead and ask what you want to ask." he said.
Zhang San chuckled and then said respectfully, "I just wanted to come to find the Zen Master to understand a bit about the Path of Runes."
Wisdom Immortal Zen Master sighed helplessly and countered, "Do you know how vast the Path of Runes is?"
Zhang San shook his head, "That's exactly why I'm asking!"
