"True Demon Temple Master!" Song Lin raised an eyebrow. "So it's the new temple master. A pleasure to meet you."
"You flatter me. Allow me to toast you, Master Song." Qinghong respectfully downed the celestial wine in one gulp.
"That's more like it. As one of the Three Great Taoist Temples, we ought to stand united." Master Chaozhen chuckled. "Come, sit next to me."
The person in that seat tactfully stood up and left.
Qinghong took the seat beside Song Lin. After their meal, Qinghong leaned in and whispered to Song Lin, "Master Song, I truly owe you my gratitude!"
"How so?" Song Lin held his cup in his right hand and popped a piece of dragon liver into his mouth, chewing slowly.
"Had Tianwu not died, how could I have possibly become the temple master?" Qinghong smirked quietly.
Song Lin was momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond.
He truly couldn't keep up with the thought processes of these people.