Hou Niao looked up and realized it was an acquaintance, Luo Linwang, the sour scholar he had met in Jiangyou Town when he first came to Shan Country.
Back then, he had taken a set of scholar's clothes from him without asking, and now, thinking back on the elegance of those four gentlemen, he still often felt moved. He never expected to see them again today.
Knowing the quirky tempers of these four, who were not the stodgy type, he didn't stop what he was doing and called out:
"Brother Luo? What a rare encounter. I visited Jiangyou Town a few days ago but didn't find you all. I never expected to meet you here. There's tea in the pot; pour me a cup."
To normal people, his words would seem quite rude—who ever heard of a guest serving the host? But the four masters from Jiangyou Town just ate that up.
Luo Linwang hopped down from the wall, still clad in his perpetual white scholar's robe, spotless and dashing,
