The elder who entered from the main gate sized up the face of his old friend, Master Ma, briefly.
"How come it looks like I've thought myself into dark circles under my eyes?"
Master Ma glanced at the elder and remained silent.
Zhang San, on the other hand, immediately stood up and bowed respectfully to the elder as he came in.
Although the clothes on the elder seemed somewhat tattered.
Here, "somewhat" is a euphemism; in reality, the elder's clothes were extremely tattered, with more patches than age spots on his face.
But clearly, as this was a friend of Master Ma, if Zhang San could curry favor with this friend, perhaps Master Ma would help Xu in consideration of his friend's feelings.
So, Zhang San bowed deeply.
"Junior Zhang San, pays his respects to the elder."
The elder gave Zhang San a slight smile and, after returning the gesture, said, "My surname is Fa, you may call me Pharaoh."
"Pharaoh?"
