"Has she arrived?"
The Heavenly Master Mansion wasn't actually very large, just conveniently situated near the Imperial Palace, a modest courtyard with three sets of gates; among the commoners, this standard was attainable by a Chosen Man or a slightly prosperous cloth merchant, making it hard to believe that this was the renowned Heavenly Master Mansion.
In the main courtyard at the entrance, an elderly Daoist dressed in Taoist robes squinted, lying on a rattan chair as two young acolytes gently fanned him with feather fans.
Upon hearing the gatekeeping acolyte's announcement, the elderly Daoist opened his eyes and slowly sat up.
"She's here, and look how excited you are," said a young man, sipping tea nearby, "Even more so than when your direct grandson was born."