In the dead of night, a small old man who had been half-buried in the ground and then dug out was asking a female Daoist all sorts of questions. If Xu Qing didn't know Hu Baosong well, he might have thought this old man was trying to pimp him out!
Xu Qing gazed at Daoist Yizhen, whose demeanor was calm and serene, with features as delicate as a painting.
For some reason, he always felt a familiar aura from this female Daoist...
"May this old man inquire about the lay name of the female Daoist before she took her vows?"
Yizhen, who had always been calm and composed, couldn't help but furrow her brows. This old man dared to ask her lay name; might the next question be about her birthdate and whether she was married?
