Celestial Master Temple, night.
The wind blew across the chilly courtyard and the moon shone coldly above. Zhang Jintong stood at the front gate with his aging body, his shoulders slightly hunched. He was straining his neck to look into the street outside.
A lantern hung over either side over the temple gate. They were bright but not dazzling, just enough to lit up the streets at this late hour.
"Squeech!"
A vehicle slowly drove near from afar and stopped on the square. The door opened and out came Zhang Shouyang and Lu Yuanqing. Seeing that the old priest was already standing there waiting, they hurried near.
Zhang Jintong cupped his hands. "Welcome, Priest Lu. Thank you for coming all this way in person."
"I am utterly embarrassed by this undeserved praise, Celestial Master. Let's talk inside."
While the two exchanged their pleasantries, Zhang Shouyang remained silent and only nodded at his granduncle.
