"Daoist Priest, it seems they can't hear us."
"Daoist Priest, quickly use your magic and see if you can communicate with them."
On the rooftop of the 75th building, several burly men gathered around an old man.
The old man was in his early sixties, not bald but with a full head of gray hair tied into a bun secured with a hairpin.
He was wearing a bright yellow Daoist robe typically worn during rituals, adorned with a Bagua Taiji pattern.
He looked like a character from a zombie movie, Lin Zhengying.
Coincidentally, his surname was also Lin.
Lin Songyang was a part-time Daoist, no, to be precise, he wasn't even a true Daoist.
Before the great flood, he was an old bachelor. To survive, he asked for help from his nephew who worked in a religious affairs office.
His nephew found him a job as a Daoist priest at a nearby temple.
Even though Lin Songyang was somewhat streetwise, he was quite handsome. He had a kind of ethereal look when he wore the robe.
