Chapter 1345: Guiding the Dao
The man before him had a weathered face etched with deep wrinkles. Yet, his hair was smooth and pitch-black. That youthful hair paired with an elder's features felt disjointed, even a little strange.
Chen Changsheng cupped his hands. "Forgive my sudden intrusion, old gentleman. I hope I haven't offended you."
"Not at all."
The old man set aside his Fishing Rod and stood. "This place borders Hongyuan Tianxia. It's all demon territory, and I haven't seen another soul in years. Having someone to chat with is a welcome pleasure."
"I am Mo Henshi," the old man added. "I have yet to ask your name."
"Chen Changsheng, a wandering Daoist."
Mo Henshi invited him forward to take a seat.
He retrieved a steamed cake from his robes and drew some fresh spring water to host his guest.
Chen Changsheng did not mind. He took a bite and nodded. "The steamed cake is still warm, and the flavor is quite good."