It was a place worse than a village. A few sparse black-brick houses were separated here and there. At most, there were only some families living there.
It barely had access to electricity, which proved it was still in modern civilization.
Luo Qiu watched the surrounding mountains. It was full of moisture. In the morning, it evaporated slowly, becoming a dense rime fog and rising up to the sky.
He met Yang Taizi under the aged banyan of this ‘small’ village.
Another person stood near the old Taoist, who was his martial disciple, called Zhan Er.
Yang Taizi looked like he was sitting in meditation; in contrast, his disciple could not be still. Seeing someone approaching, he woke Yang Taizi up.
The old Taoist opened his eyes. With just a few steps, he met up with Luo Qiu. He said, "Boss Luo really abide by his word. This poor Taoist thought I would have to wait here for 1-2 days."
