The Li Family Master had spoken, so Father Yu quickly followed suit and expressed his gratitude.
"I wonder where this young Daoist comes from?"
Changqing flicked his dust whisk, saluting with one hand.
"I am the senior disciple of Daoist Shui Yun, the temple master of Shuiyun Temple on Shuiyun Mountain, Changqing."
The people around all showed perplexed expressions.
"What? Which temple?"
"Shuiyun Temple? Never heard of it. Is there such a temple in the Capital?"
"I've heard of Shuiyun Mountain; isn't it that desolate little hill outside East City? I can't believe there's a Daoist temple up there."
Clearly, no one knew Changqing's background.
Even Father Yu couldn't quite recall if he had ever sent an invitation to that temple.
However, he found Changqing very familiar.
Because just earlier, when he went to see Miss Jiang, Changqing was sitting right beside her.
As a friend of Miss Jiang, he must be reliable.
