In the airport terminal, two groups stood at the pickup point, staring at each other. They attracted the attention of a few security personnel nearby, who began observing them more closely.0

Despite his good temper, Wang Sheng still couldn't help but find the ridiculous nickname irritating. He glared at the middle-aged Daoist priest, who had caught up to them from behind. Mu Wanxuan was even more direct. With a swift turn, she positioned herself in front of Wang Sheng, Yin-Yang Qi lightly wrapping around her.0

The Daoist master wasn't that tall. Moreover, he had a round, rosy face, eyes with hidden sharpness, a double chin, and two strands of long hair hanging down his forehead. He donned a dark-blue Daoist robe and a Hunyuan headscarf.0

He had wanted to rush forward and speak to Wang Sheng, but Mu Wanxuan blocked him with her Yin-Yang Qi. Flustered, the Daoist master anxiously paced back and forth while blurting out various dialects that Wang Sheng couldn't understand.0

The pronunciations for yǔ[1], yǔ[2], yú[3], lǘ[4] were completely identical…2

After a few more dialects, the Daoist master finally found the right Mandarin pronunciation.0

"Aren't you Daoist Master Wang Fei Yu? What a coincidence to meet you here! It's practically a manifestation of our forefathers! Quick, quick! Come back with me immediately! We have...0