Chapter 253: The World in White (Request for Monthly Votes)

In June, the heat gradually intensified.

On this day, dressed in a plain linen Taoist robe, white-haired and white-bearded, Zhang Xuansu, resembling an old immortal, appeared in the dazzling sunlight at Yuelai Inn. He tilted his head back to gaze at the entire Yuelai Inn, ripples stirring in his murky, ageless eyes.

Behind the counter, clutching a jar of chilled sour plum soup, Zhao Miao caught sight of him and kindly stretched his neck, smiling, "Old Taoist, if you're tired from walking, why not come in for a cup of tea and rest your feet—it's free..."

Zhang Xuansu lowered his head, stared at her for a few seconds, and, smiling, slowly stepped onto the stairs; "The layperson is indeed fortunate."

"I'll take your auspicious words..."

Zhao Miao, beaming, stood up and gestured towards an empty seat near the entrance with a "please sit" motion, then turned her head towards the backyard and shouted, "Erniu, bring a pot of tea."

"Hold on!"