Is he Master Ting Chan? Why does he look so different from his disciple Yao Qingzhi?
It was also vastly different from what she had imagined.
Qin Yu seemed to see through Ah Da's thoughts and whispered, "He is Master Ting Chan."
Before Ah Da could speak, there came a voice from the tea table.
"What, little girl, do you think I don't look like a master?"
Ah Da lifted her gaze and saw that the old man who had been dozing off had at some point sat up straight; his withered yellow hair messily scattered over his ears, his beard untrimmed.
"It's just not what I expected."
Ah Da pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment before honestly speaking.
The old man burst into loud laughter upon hearing this, stroking his white beard, "You are not the first to think so, but you are the first to dare tell me to my face. Little girl, your courage is commendable. Do you know what the consequences could be?"
A sudden silence fell around them.
