As the two were conversing, there suddenly came a report from outside the tent that a Taoist sought an audience with Wang Tao.
Wang Tao couldn't help frowning. Since the founding of Great Chu, although Taoist sects had been revered, a position for a State Preceptor had never been established. Over time, the Taoist sects had gradually retreated into obscurity. Now, although there were Taoists traveling in all directions, none possessed real skills; most were swindlers and deceivers.
"What Taoist would that be, do not let him in!" Wang Tao said, without any hint of politeness.
"But..." The kneeling person hesitated, stopping mid-sentence.
"Why stammer? Speak quickly if you have something to say!"
"Reporting to my lord, the visitor claims to be a relative of the lord, so I dared not make a decision on my own." Actually, the Taoist had an extraordinary bearing, giving the impression he was no ordinary person just by standing there.
