'I'm going...'
Li Dazhi looked bewilderedly at the elderly Daoist standing before him, observing his youthful appearance despite white hair and his elegant demeanor, which stirred no hint of nervousness in his Daoist heart.
'What kind of thrill is this.'
The elderly Daoist, however, was calm and composed, facing Li Dazhi, who hadn't yet become a Golden Immortal among the Human Race Qi Cultivators, naturally, he felt no nervousness either.
The elderly Daoist said warmly, "Won't you invite me to sit down?"
"Oh, right," Li Dazhi offered an apologetic smile, "Please take the seat of honor, senior... may I know how to address you?"
The elderly Daoist replied warmly, "Address me however you wish."
Li Dazhi blinked, watching as the old Daoist slowly settled into a chair beside him, and for a moment, he really didn't know what to do.
