On the other side, the Jade Garden residential complex.
After Lu Ping and his friends left, Wei Hua stood there alone with a dark expression on his face.
Before long, an elderly Taoist appeared before him.
"You are…" Wei Hua asked.
"Old Taoist Yuan Sangang, you must be the young master Wei, right? Mr. Wei asked me to come here to find you," the old Taoist said with a proud look.
"You are Master Yuan? But…"
Wei Hua was taken aback and took out his phone to open a photo, which he compared.
In the photo, Yuan Sangang had white hair, a long white beard, and looked every inch the accomplished Taoist master.
But in reality, Yuan Sangang's hair was a mess, uneven in length, and his long white beard as if gnawed on by a dog, his skin vaguely charred yellow as though it had been scorched by fire.
If not for his face being the same, Wei Hua would have thought he was a fraud!
"Master Yuan, what happened to…" Wei Hua pointed at his hair and beard, confusedly asking.