In the city, an elderly man clad in a green Taoist robe stood tall, his white hair and long beard giving him an air of immortality and Taoist elegance. The extraordinary temperament of this old man made it clear that he was not an ordinary figure, undoubtedly a formidable cultivator of Tao.
Huang Feihu respectfully bowed and said, "I am Huang Feihu, King Wucheng of Shang. May I ask if you are the Bodhi who wishes to meet me?"
"Bowing to King Wucheng, indeed, I am the humble one. In my heart, I am puzzled. Shang spans thousands of miles, yet why does King Wucheng not hesitate to traverse mountains and waters to this barren land, establishing cities?"
Bodhi, with a rosy glow on his face, stroked his long beard and inquired.
Huang Feihu smiled, "Bodhi Taoist, we are the vanguard team sent by the Shang Emperor to develop the West. If you wish to know the details, you are welcome to my residence, where I can explain everything in detail."
"Then I shall trouble you."