Jiang Xiulan heard the young Taoist's question and set down the chopsticks in her hand, pondering for a moment before speaking.
"Young Taoist, I don't know much about the old friend of Senior Tianxing either. As a rule, I don't ask about the identity of the guests if the host who hires me to cook does not introduce them."
So, all I know is that the person is a fair-faced young man who had a very good relationship with your master, yet his strength is less than your master's.
The meal they had was at the Xuanxu Temple, where the man spoke with Senior Tianxing as if they were very familiar with each other.
They seemed to have known each other for a long time."
Upon hearing Jiang Xiulan's words, Jin Xu knew he might have to meet the man to learn more about his master's old friend, but he still had some doubts.
"Brother Jiang, since you do not know the details of this person, how did you know his strength was less than my master's?"
