"Young Master, I've heard that people from the Shangqing Taoist Temple have arrived; Ye Changan from Sanqing is quite familiar with them," said a middle-aged man in a suit standing behind the young man.
"Oh, so it's the folks from Shangqing who have come."
Zong Jing glanced up slightly, speaking dismissively.
"Is it Xie Ci coming this time? I've heard of him."
He pushed aside the bamboo curtain in front of him and stood up.
"He's touted as a genius of Shangqing, claiming to be the leader of this generation. I've been worried I wouldn't get the chance to meet him. Now's the time, to see if he's as formidable as they say."
Although he said this, he didn't take Xie Ci seriously.
After all, everyone knows Shangqing Taoist Temple is mostly famous for exorcising demons and ghosts.
Any sect of Feng Shui Metaphysics would have to show respect to the Zong family, regardless of the tradition they follow.
