Inside an inn by the main road, a woman disguised as a man had just called over the waiter to order some food when she noticed the delicate-looking young Taoist seated at the table diagonally across from her.
She then left her spot and sat next to the little Taoist.
The little Taoist was eating his flatbread, paired with a plate of greens.
Seeing a woman who was obviously disguised as a man approach, he couldn't help but look puzzled.
The woman appeared well-dressed; surely, she wasn't keen on scrounging for his plate of greens?
"Taoist master, are you... a cultivator?"
Although her words were heavily accented, they still reassured the little Taoist.
So, it was just curiosity...
I was scared to death, thinking that she was after my greens.
