Jiang Liu's expression was somewhat strange as he looked at Master Zhenyuan in front of him. Although he appeared as a Daoist immortal, Jiang Liu felt that his persona had somewhat collapsed.
Recently, a disciple from Wuzhuang Temple had asked him to inscribe something about Mahjong in the temple. Jiang Liu shook his head and declined, feeling it was fine as a game, but turning the Wuzhuang Temple into something that resembled a mahjong parlor might upset Master Zhenyuan.
Sure enough, not long after, Master Zhenyuan came out and scolded his disciples, making them flee. Jiang Liu felt his guess was not wrong.
However, who would have thought the outcome would be this? Master Zhenyuan wanted him to inscribe for him as well?
"What do you think, young brother? Is there any difficulty?" Seeing Jiang Liu's strange expression, Master Zhenyuan thought he was reluctant and asked somewhat curiously.